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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