When I was a teen, I wrote poetry, prolifically.
The problem was, and still is, I am crap at titles. I hate titles. They are the last thing I do when I write a book. So I had hundreds of poems without titles. I typed all the poems out once in a MSWorks file. I don’t know what happened to it. The poems are in my closet. I don’t know if I should destroy them, or leave them there for my children to one day find.