She can't fall in love with a poet.

It's impossible.
We know what we want
and it scares her.
She'll turn her back to us
the moment we speak out.

We're a handful too many
and only a mere gift to some
How often does a poet
sit alone with his pad and ***?
Fall in love with a poet
Says the poet with no-one
We are *******
heart break is our whipped cream
on a freshly baked pumpkin pie.


That's why this poet
Is writing for his ex girlfriend
Who'll never take him back
but he has to try anyway.

On second thought
Please fall in love with a poet
Even though, I know you can't.