Poems from wileyjones
Somebody tell them I'm not who they think I am.
The face they see is the one that's not real.
The heart they break is the one that really...
Where did these thoughts come from?
The sloshing waters of the world,
Slammed into a pint glass,
Circumference frosted,
Salty and...
Six, Three, Ten, Some
When we were young, you called my phone.
I’d sit outside and play with the grass,
Watching cars go by,
Breaths...