Poems from mcedano270
A Broken record Can Deliver messages to other galaxies and Etch in stone the Fake desire that was Gone before the Heat could rise...
You held my heart in the palm of yourhangover and whimpered sweet nothings in my eradicable equator while simultaneouslycombusting my...
"Since when do you wear your hair like that?""Since when do you listen to RAP music? Oh! My! GOODNESS! Those lyrics are ridiculous. You...
Macroeconomics (to me) is the first stall in a public restroom. It's the better-than-you step-sister. It's the stench of the fish aisle at...