Poems from my.name.is.not.rob
My name is Franchessca, but you can just call me Fram, or Franny, or Frankie.
It doesn't really matter
I'm bad at making decisions
Let's take it back to the gilded age
Objects painted to appear as gold
Some, cardboard, tables, you name it
The rich living on top of the...
I was raised to be wary of pretty things
My parents said never touch the prettiest flowers
Disguise themselves as beauty
To lure prey into...
Yellowing flowers lacking our lust,
dying in the sun
I intrepdiy intervene in your interlude, Inescapable, inevitably,
I fall in love with...
You're the only one
The only one that can protect me
From the enemy
Inside
My life, my soul
Everything that's inside
My heart, my life
Yes...
A child, so gentle and meek
Unadulterated by the lust and hate of the adult world?
Wouldn't you want to be a child?
Without prejudice and...