Your Poetry Dot Com - Without

Array ( [sid] => 179604 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Without [time] => 2014-11-07 14:27:07 [hometext] => An observation [bodytext] => To me, people they are like sheep
Green resonates in people's brains
And deprives them of sleep
But the doe-re-me
Ain't nothin' to a man
From the country

Life today seems to be so fast
Dueling and harping on the past
Do we realize a thousand pasts
Means no future

And so that's why

Expensive jeans
And mounds of green
I am with without
A high-rise in the city
Ain't to me so pretty
Cars, and jewels
As great as they may seem
These things I am without

She begged me for shiny new heels
Size six and a half
Say hey honey
Let's do the math
A barefoot you revs my engine
Than any hot catch
From here to high heaven

I wish once again
For the first time we could meet
And then two people
Could have a single heart beat

Expensive jeans
And mounds of green
I am without
A high rise in the city
To me, ain't so pretty
Cars, and jewels
As great as they may seem
These things I am without

It's so funny
Feel the irony
Want less and be rich
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Without
Date: Friday, 7th November 2014 @ 02:27:07 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Beyfoxman5

To me, people they are like sheep
Green resonates in people's brains
And deprives them of sleep
But the doe-re-me
Ain't nothin' to a man
From the country

Life today seems to be so fast
Dueling and harping on the past
Do we realize a thousand pasts
Means no future

And so that's why

Expensive jeans
And mounds of green
I am with without
A high-rise in the city
Ain't to me so pretty
Cars, and jewels
As great as they may seem
These things I am without

She begged me for shiny new heels
Size six and a half
Say hey honey
Let's do the math
A barefoot you revs my engine
Than any hot catch
From here to high heaven

I wish once again
For the first time we could meet
And then two people
Could have a single heart beat

Expensive jeans
And mounds of green
I am without
A high rise in the city
To me, ain't so pretty
Cars, and jewels
As great as they may seem
These things I am without

It's so funny
Feel the irony
Want less and be rich
And you'll feel like a million bucks

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