I can't marry a poet

Can never attract each other

Like same magnet poles

Always tend to repell

I can't marry a poet

Can never substitute

His pen and paper love with mine

Always I'll be feeling half

I can't marry a poet

Can never share his thoughts with me

All will be dripping, inking on paper

Always I'll be a solo decision maker

I can't marry a poet

Can never go for endles☞** s road trips

Every minute will be missing his pen

Always tripping on lines and stanzas…..

I cannot marry a poet

he's already in love with something I cannot replace.

he's always obsessed with his pen,

His love with his books can never feign.

he will always leave me to my worries,

For his mind is always drifted to imaginaries.

I can't marry a poet

The only food he likes cooking is poem,

But to me, its like a phlegm.

he flavors it with metaphors and similes,

Figures of speech are buzzing around his pot like flies,

he never runs out of truthful lies.

I can't marry a poet

he's fallen for oxymoron,

Loving him will only turn me to a moron.

Personification is his faithful concubine,

As if he's the only one that is fine.

Truth to be told, his poems' beauty is the best,

But I need someone who will make my wishes first.

I can't marry a poet

Nothing interest his than the pages of his book,

he's entangled to it like a fish under a hook.

The only love he adores is likes from his writes,

He will only take my love for something that bites.