Poems from poetbaby

Don't mind me, just spilling ink.
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,...