Poems from missbrooklynj

You're a mixtape of studded tee shirts, loud music, and just enough vulnerability for no one to see.   You've got the walk and the talk...
I like to think that  the letters were for somthing more than  sentiment and the flowers were more than  just beautiful.   I want to think...
12:02      and I was supposed to be home      an hour ago.   But I'm still folding paper cranes and stealing glances,  and you've still...
The fire started in the twelfth grade.  First, it licked our barefooted toes.   It ate the living room carpet and pried the charred...
There was always something more to the knots in my shoelaces, the strings of sentences, and my bones were a labyrinth of unanswered...