Pay The Price Poem by breanna wilson

Pay The Price



my love is like a drug that tears me apart,
whenever i seperate with someone there goes half my heart,
i cant imagein my life without a boy,
or else people just play with my heart like its a toy,
my mom says love is liust but whats the whole point when gurls just go around boys pickin up their dust,
well us gurls shouldnt be treated that way but someday those men will pay! ! ! !

Thursday, November 22, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: mom
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