Poems from leslayyyy
the broken glass from the picture frame
you see the family photo did not describe me
the broken glass did each broken piece is I
i touch i...
best friends
are like clouds
eventually they spit up
only a few stay together
but in the end te disappear again
kill your lungs
sop you breath
make sure you no longer speak
shall you be dead
ill kill you in your bed
you will no longer speak
your...