No, this is not a book of poems.
No matter what you say.
There will be no more poetry,
Not now nor ever again.
There used to be poems,
Ones all across the world,
But if you said that word today
Meaning for it is lost
And everyone will think
that you had simply made it up.
But someone said it
One sunny day...
"Poems."
A girl had spoken,
And it changed her life.
