Poems from aajoseph09
shoot me.
i choose not to rhyme.
oh please,
is that a crime?
if so, I resign.
refuse to waste my time
taking it line by line;
more words...
I’m on the verge of setting free
of all the pretty things left inside me
does that scare you?
I’m on the brink of an exploitation
a coming...
less home.
who would want to be less home?
kick my shoes off and kick back,
whip up a snack,
maybe nap;
take a hot shower or a bath,...