Poems from Joeyjo
You told me you loved me, and I believed you.
You told me I was beautiful, and I believed you.You told me you'd do anything for me, and I...
A mole?
Or is it a beauty mark?
Scars?
No, battle wounds; strength.
Weight?
Just a number,
A concept that cannot be held,
Felt,
Heard....
"come out",
"come out and play,
ive got muffins,"
They say
Muffins with raisins and muffins with nuts and muffins with blueberries and...