Poems from gilaskelly
I write to express
To give birth to fantasies
To show the real me
My secretes only paper can see
Keep the pain away, Keep my mind sane
I...
What is love?
Is it a feeling that cut so deep?
Or butterflies tickling your feet?
Is it a mist? That fogs up you eyes?
Or a heart that...
My grandfather
Down in the Congo he came from
Tall like a tree, brown as mud
Sent to the land of the free
Picked cotton for master
Soon we...