Poems from kaileyhenderson2
I found three in a row this week:
One in the slushy parking lot
on the chunk of sidewalk that bridges
the street and still snow-dusted...
I collect playbills
and rarely view them again.
Materialism?
Snow lands on my glove
yet I feel the sensation
on my fingers. Why?
Good...
I am [F]ar from perfect.
In fact I'm more [L]ike a reject.
I don't fit in with society's w[A]ys.
[W]hy try so hard when you don't want to...