But They Were Wrong. There

As A Writer, My Only Responsibility Is To Tell A Compelling Story.

If My Love Were An Ocean, There Would Be No More Land. If My Love Were A Desert, You Would See Only Sand. If My Love Were A Star- Late At Night, Only Light. And If My Love Could Grow Wings, I'd Be Soaring In Flight.

How Many Times Had I Let Myself Connect With Someone Only To Have It Thrown Back In My Face?

This Time, For The First Time, I Saw The Possibilities In Giving Up. I Even Found Hope In It.

That’s What I Love About Poetry. The More Abstract, The Better. The Stuff Were Your Not Sure What The Poets Talking About. You May Have An Idea, But You Cant Be Sure. Not A Hundred Percent. Each Word, Specifically Chosen, Could Have A Million Different Meanings. Is It A Stand-in ―a Symbol For Another Idea? Does It Fit Into A Larger, More Hidden, Metaphor? ...i Hated Poetry Until Someone Showed Me How To Appreciate It. He Told Me To See Poetry As A Puzzle. Its Up To The Reader To Decipher The Code, Or The Words, Based On Everything They Know About Life And Emotions.