You thought it was Pan
That never land ass dude
Fly away shit
No bitch
I'm not him
We not flying away
I aint got no dust for yo ass
Sprinkle some sugar on that shit
Matters of fact go take it somewhere else
I don't want it
But don't worry I'll spread the word
Your vocal cords send me
YOU ARE READING
Words of 1000 lost children
PoesíaThis is a book of poems written by @_alyyboo and I and they are based on the lives of characters we've created in our minds. Some of which are based off of people we know in real life and their somewhat tragic tales. The number 1000 is not an exagge...
