I've got a lot of issues,
And I need a lot of tissues,
Used for my heart's misuse,
Remember what you did?
Gonna need lots of tissues,
For the amount of issues,
And all the fake "I miss you's,"
You weren't one to kid.
Wish you'd help me with my issues,
And bring a box of tissues,
Now I'm glad we're old news,
Left everything you hid.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems That Fixed The McDonald's Ice Cream Machine
PoesíaHere is a compilation of the poems I've written. some are deep, some are happy, some are whatever you want them to be. ✨ongoing!✨🌻