A poet without love...

 

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A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.


She is too pretty I thought 

She’s keeps staring at me, wooing her would be easy I thought 

Shoot your shot, I thought… 


I summoned all the courage, 

I summarised my best love poem while my heart kept beating fast Bop! Bop! Bop! In a rhythmic frequency only cupid can understand

She must be mine I thought…  


I don’t need to brag but I’m Shakespeare’s prodigy, 

I write and I spit, making your heart my abode is what I’m here for

I love you beyond your dazzling smile and your picturesque physique 

I can buy you all the beautiful dresses in this boutique 

Princess please, gimme the chance to prove my words and worth

I jested… 


Blushing, disgusted or awestricken? 

This I can’t tell 

But she stood there smiling like a mannequin 

Yes! I wasted my precious time flattering a mannequin    

The beautiful girl I thought I was trying to woo moved away before I even got there 

And I was left there talking to a dummy… 


I was left staring 

The sales girl is left laughing hysterically 

This was a bad day for Shakespeare’s prodigy historically,  


Stop! Laughing 

Where is your manners? 🤣🤣🤣


© Samuel Lyricool Liturgy

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