Ed “Not Gay for Chace Crawford” Westwick has broken the cardinal rule of fame — never, ever, ever share your poetry with the media. (You hear me, Jewel?)
Ed shared a poem he wrote (from memory!) with reporters at the launch of Coke’s new aluminum cans. He says he wrote it â€œat like six in the morning.â€ Um, something tells me the kind of coke going into Ed’s system doesn’t come in an aluminum can. Because, like, who the hell in their right mind just recites their own poetry to reporters on a red carpet? It’s not that there’s anything wrong with writing poetry. It’s just that there’s a time and a place for it.
Tell me what can you want?
Youâ€™ve got it all.
Things are real in a handshake.
Rest my bones these days in a different way.
Cherish the change; it may not stay.
I remember your dress,
Like dreams when you wake with a sudden start.
Youâ€™re beside me in the dark,
Wrapped in my arms.
Love is being entranced in a glance,
To muster up courage when youâ€™re flustered,
To stumble on the words you prepare.
Donâ€™t worry about the money that went down the drain
Because the best things in life are free.