Don't Play
By krybabie
Tell me why you act the way you do? Why is there two sides of you? One side spits your game so tight The other makes me wanna cry late at night. When we are together, you act so real But what you show me isn't how you really feel. Stop playing games Be true to me, If it's not my heart you want, Then please just let me be. this poem is for a friend. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 08:41 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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