(Songs that are specifically about people intrigue me.  I could never be that brave.  Alas, this is a classic. Day 73…)

The tears are in my mind, and nothing is rhyming…

Writers are selfish
Inspiration from experiences leads to painfully beautiful art.
But
That art has one perspective
Try as we might to turn pieces into joint pieces
Whomever is thought of isn’t there to agree or disagree with our words.

I’ll never put a woman’s name into a poem
No matter how over the experience I am
She deserves that privacy
She’s a silent co-writer
And that silence is golden
Golden enough for me to value the karma of that rule.

Write unto others
As you would have them write into you.