Did I tell you, what the poet told me? He said my hair was longer than that of Rapunzel, He said I was fairer, Than Snow White And even prettier than Cinderella.
Did I tell you, what my poet told me? He said he would be the only Prince Charming, That gets to wake me up from my beauty sleep. He said he would raise dragons, from their ashes, And make me the mother of dragons.
Oh! My poet says nice words. He paints beautiful images As he drinks his garri He slays words in his house able to contain only himself,
Oh! My poet uses words to take me on trips, The last time he opened his mouth, I found myself in Dubai. He goes by the pen name "slayer of words" Is that even literally possible? Am I dating a poet? Or a liar? What's the difference? I don't know But my poet says beautiful words.