Poems from simrannanda
They call me Simmie;
I got the exs and oh’s from undeserving females.
They call me bro.
They call me waterfalls of charcoal on a...
It's funny how an innocent
"You're really pretty"
can turn into a simple
"Hey ma, let's hookup."
The same way our lollipops turn into...
I swim through late night rendezvous
featuring old Christmas music,
my nose guiding me towards Coppertone dreams.
Coconut lime incense...