Poems from mango.1
Am I sweet?
I feel like you have the wrong notion
Im a sour bite with sparks beneath your eye lids as your mouth waters and your teeth...
The first time we really talked,I said I wasn’t a romantic.Why? I’m still unsure.But you had the same idea, andyou chuckled and said you...
Hells gates are my eyes
There has yet to be anyone that has seen the extent of my soul
The callouses on my heart
No one has been licked by...