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...