Poems from cvboyanton
Gus-gus, that is my name,
yet, these women call me disgusting,
only because they have seen my skin,
not my heart,
not my soul,
not me,
Gus-...
Thankfull of who I am,
greatfull of who I was,
yet, what I was is not who I am,
and who I am is not who I was,
yet, I am me and she was we...