Poems from leslie.solcher
We are born into a world of infinite possibility.
Right from the start we are putty, little balls of soul made of faith and trust and...
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
But all it really does is make minds wander
So that I can hardly remember the color of your...
I was 8 when I first understood the meaning of hate.
My mom made me go to bed early, so I screamed "I HATE YOU" at the top of my little...
When I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, he said "a rapper".
I said, "Alright baby, rap for me".
I unlocked his lips and...