Biography of Elisa Gano
I like to write deep thoughts. I like being different.
Elisa Gano's Works:
Elisa Gano Poems
I waited for your call, I waited for you to stop by, That is all, did you forget about me,
you took my hand, that man, you said you would stay then you ran away, was it me?
When your gone I feel alone, When you don't call I don't have anyone to talk too, Only if you were here to make me feel worthy, Am I just another face in your picture book,
The Best Thing
The man I married is the best, I couldn't find anything better then the rest, could you find someone as true as mine? I love this man he has my heart and soul,
A Cry For Help
You don't know what its like to be scared from a relationship you try to forget everytime you wake, do you know what it is like to ache, ache all the time because of the sorrow your love has made, to borrow a heart from another so yours can heal,
How do I forget this feeling I have felt many times before, How do I get up from the fall, stop the struggle when the hurt is here, stop the tears from falling from my face,
missing his arms around me, how can this be, after all i was the one who left, but who can blame me?
His devent smile, the way he talks, the way he walks, i fall for this man a thousands times,
not for me this was said, not for he, not for she, what do they mean?
I know it is hard to let go, sometimes it is better to see them go, It hurts but yet it is the best thing, Hey there don't blame it all on you,
He who took my love, then ran from it, my love has just been torn from me, from this man that I loved so much,
Do You Know What It Is Like?
I sit here in my four walls, I have sat in for days, no one cares, no one knows what i have been threw,
Hey there friend, you are my light to my darkiness, Do I brighten up your day? We tell each other everything,
Do you hear the sounds, the sounds that are around, My heart is torn apart, from the one I believed I would of loved my whole life,
He who took my love,
then ran from it,
my love has just been torn from me,
from this man that I loved so much,
Does he know that I still think of him when I sleep at night,
Does he still think of me and ask himself why did I leave?
My happiness he took from me,
Why must this be,
can you still see the sadiness upon me,