Poets never cry

Written by Wolf Spirit

Poets never cry
Their hearts are never broken
Not without the written word
Preferable to spoken

Dreamers never sleep
They never close their eyes
Their nights consist of fantasy
And sexy lullabies

Artists never speak
Their creations do it for them
If they had nothing to say
You’d probably ignore them

Writers never read
Unless they can be tempted
Familiar is a danger zone
From which they were exempted

Poets never die
In fact, they live forever
Their words go on though they be gone
(At least, that’s their endeavor)

Poets never lie
It’s called poetic license
Yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah
It doesn’t have to make sense

Poets never cry
I bet you never met one
For if they cried for you
You never will forget one…

And if they make you cry
You’ll point and say… “i want that one”