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!
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| 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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