Don’t
Don’t tell me something I’ve heard millions of times
Who are you to think you can buy me off with nickels and dimes
I do what ever it is I choose
When you choose to turn away its you who loose
For I won’t stay
I can’t
I won’t
For no amount of pay
No lies
To these eyes
All open and free
Please just don’t
Don’t ,not to me!
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Me | 5 | 06/07/2009 |
| What do you mean? | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
| Speak | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
| Pimp | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| My back | 2 | 06/07/2009 |
| Don’t | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Grandma | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Maybe | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Get by | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Live | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Cry | 2 | 05/28/2009 |
| starved | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Aids angel | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Sticks and stones | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Think | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Shadow of me | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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