Poems from melancholyflame
just go retire. get fired. now. please.oh wait. we can’t get rid of you?then you might as well listento what all you trashy teachersalways...
mother, mommy, mom, mama
so many different nameseach unique special dreadful lovingher kids look up to herbut they face her terrible...
Voice…what is it?
Why is it that there are so many types?Some have voices…like the Mona Lisaand others have it as the crushedpaper you find...