Hello Poetry is a poetry community that raises money by advertising to passing readers like yourself. If you're into poetry and meeting other poets, join us to remove ads and share your poetry. The support on this poem has been unbelievably incredible. I am so grateful for this community with all of these lovely people: Don't fall in love with a girl who reads. The girl who feels everything, who dreams, who writes. Fall in love with the girl you find in a bar. Find her in the squall of smoke and sweat of an upscale nightclub.
Make sure she doesn't mix her coffee with bourbon. Love the one shooting tequila straight from a cheap, half-empty bottle. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure it lingers a little too long. Use pickup lines and entertain her with meaningless slurs from a long day and mistakes you know are about to be made.
Take her outside and kiss her in the rain because you saw it in a film. Comment on its silliness. Pull her into a tolerable relationship. Let the months pass by without remark.
Then let years pass by unnoticed. Talk about nothing of significance and retreat into it when the air grows stale and the evenings become long. Fight about how the shower curtain needs to be kept closed. Propose a little later because you realize you'd have wasted so much time otherwise. Take her to a restaurant that wreaks of marinara "Pick up poems for a girl" and sheepishly ask the waiter to bring a bottle of expensive champagne.
Offer up a modest ring and don't become too concerned if you feel nothing of sincerity or commitment. I'm begging you, away from the one who reads. Who laughs or cries when she makes love. Who can neatly fold her spirit and spin it into prose and poetry. If she loves poetry, run away.
Don't dare to look back. She is to be left alone. Dangerous little smiles should make you shake. Do not smile back. Do not fall in love with a girl who thinks. Who is made up of magic and knows herself. Do not love the one who knows how to disappear inside of a book or a poem or a painting.
If she spends any more than a few seconds looking into the eyes of a sinner, get out of there. Don't fall in love with the girl who is interested in politics, who feels disease in injustices.
Don't love the one who is intense, who is lucid and charismatic. Stay away from the one who has any sense of ambition, of rebellion, or even the smallest hint of wonder in her eyes. Be cautious of the ones who can't live without music. If she can draw, quit, and quit fast. A girl who reads is one who knows herself; who is sure. She is educated and she is fire inside a bottle of rye. The girl who reads is one who is comfortable with goodbyes.
Most end with the death of her favorite character. They make her think. And she flies through the pages like they are wet wine on collarbones. And she is okay with each and every ending.
Sure, she might cry, but she'll wipe her face and pick up another book. Just to do it all over again. Remember this if she ever says her favorite book is you. She is a romantic and how can you match up to the princes and heroes in her books? She knows nothing else.
You can't love her the way those characters could if they were to take shape. She holds a vocabulary that lays claim to her ability to distinguish between the specious and the "Pick up poems for a girl."
She holds rhetoric hands that turn black streaks into the books she loves so deeply. She deserves a man who can hold her hand the way she holds her books. Someone who can write her notes and hide them in her lunch box. Can you write in cursive the way she can? Please, don't fall in love with a girl who reads. Because a girl like that, you never come back from.
Lawrence Hall Nov 3. The First Day of Deer Season an original and catchy title, eh? My vanity publications are available on amazon. Cheesy pick up line cute at the same time Smooth Pick Up Lines, Stupid Pick. these Funny Cheesy Pick Up Lines which you can Pick up poems for a girl on girl or boy or women or men.
Red Roses Quotes, Roses Are Red Poems, Funny Comebacks, Funny. Girl: What? Boy: I thought we were talking about things we could cheat on. You must be a magician, because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears.
Poems will sweep women off their feet. Take them out of your pockets and recite. And if you look up, on such a magical night. You would see a star born, and.