Poems from jordancook

He is the boy— I said with joy, although I can be mistaken. He fills the space, I cannot erase, and leaves me fascinated.    This cannot be...
From being a book once sealed shut, now open and exposed.   With problems I fought to be forgot, on pages that can't be closed.    It will...
From being a book once sealed shut, now open and exposed.   With problems I fought to be forgot, on pages that can't be closed.    It will...