Poetry cannot save a broken heart, For people are not poetry. They’re not metaphors, To be spoken in rhymes and rhythm. They’re not set...

You remind me of someone, Someone I used to write about. About a few times maybe, Maybe a few hundred no doubt. Doubt me if you think I’m...

I’ll write you in history, Which people will read for generations, And wonder who was he after all? The one she never mentioned. I’ll...