Poems from Robertp10
I look outside and see my brothers and sisters being abused
Growing up in the hood you get used
Look on the floor see a brother lying blue...
Love is
You just kinda
You don't really
Love is
A way to
Well, what is love really
Love is when you look at a person as a child does his...
Life with you seems limitless
We speak of marriage one day
There are two words I'd love to hear you say
"I do" are soon to come our way...