Poems from poetbaby
You were a foreign concept,
Before I crossed your threshold my passport was stamped with
The loneliness that only accompanies temporary...
Her eyes blaze with guilt,
and an outrage at being guilty.
Being caught.
I patiently wait for the crows,
who so lovingly printed...
I wake up each morning and prepare for a war that is not mine to fight.
My backpack strapped to my body like a casual wear bullet vest,...