Poems from Joeyjo

You told me you loved me, and I believed you. You told me I was beautiful, and I believed you.You told me you'd do anything for me, and I...
A mole? Or is it a beauty mark? Scars? No, battle wounds; strength. Weight? Just a number, A concept that cannot be held, Felt, Heard....
"come out", "come out and play, ive got muffins," They say Muffins with raisins and muffins with nuts and muffins with blueberries and...