Poems from MichaelScott

I'm Not Who I Was I'm not who I was and it's the strangest thing. I don't think the old me would recognize Me anymore, but that's ok. ...
May
                        May  What are you doing alone these days?  Sighing on windowsills and fogging the pane?  Do you sleep with watchful...
May
   May  What are you doing alone these days?  Sighing on windowsills and fogging the pane?  Do you sleep with watchful eye?  There’s no...