Poems from Andrewdeguzman
He gears up, readies himself.
String by string, he dons his armor,
piece by piece.
"But why does he need armor?" you ask
He needs it to...
He gears up, readies himself.
String by string, he dons his armor,
piece by piece.
"But why does he need armor?" you ask
He needs it to...
Who am I?
I'm a lover,
a believer,
a thinker,
and a builder.
I love people,
and all they do.
I want to give back to them,
just as they...
To the girl
The special girl,
She was the world
She meant the world.
And in the eyes
Of my disguise,
She brought color
To all the black...