Poems from Waxer

Help me but please don't
My head is hurting, so is my chest I rush I choke to say what’s best Enough about me, what about you? It feels like cardiac arrest. My...
Flawless Flaws
They’re in my step, my wit and flare The way I walk, or flip my hair They’re in my shoes, my coat and jeans My bra, my gloves and...