Poets are dirty dirty Liars.

Love is a Lie by Poets contrived,
Since Dawn of Speech, and birth of Cry
The Will to Live- to take or give-
Oh, please, God! Just tell me why!

Of all the things I do deplore:
It is my Pain I most adore
With Danger flirt while courting Hurt-
But I keep going back for more!

I am Old yet barely grown-
(The realest truth I've ever known!)
I cannot help- shan't save myself-
For Hearts hath Minds of their own...

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Enjoyable poetry and I was smiling during whole read..title is killer

[Chrys]

I love this feedback.. I am glad my writing could do this for someone. Thank you much !

[Twizzler]

I freaking love this! Especially the title.

[Chrys]

I think when I thought up the title I was getting in touch with my inner "Panic at the Disco"
LOL

[Ghost of Jupiter]

OH this is truly brilliant... the flow, the concept... it just speaks volumes. Well done Chrys...