You Can Hear Rumors. But

If I Had A Chance With Him, I Missed It. No, I Didn't Miss It. I Threw It Away.

Everything Seemed Good, But I Knew It Had The Potential To Be Awful.

You Can Hear Rumors. But You Can't Know Them.

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.

But I Do Know Which Is The Least Popular. The Truth.