Poems from cjjohnson109
What kind of woman is thisThat feels so attacked by her own geneticsThat she is convinced the worldIs run by long eyelashes and flat...
five seven and five
yes another one sorry
i want it to be
nature politics candles
but its not its just teen crap
My dream job is strange
No, just not all that common
It’s fascinating
That anyone would do this
That one would love doing this
Stage...
For once can I control myself?
Under yet another one
Can’t be your first
Knowledge is crippling
Even without smarts
Destruction