Don't stare at me
Your eyes are a painful thing to see
They rip my heart, break it to pieces
Please, l beg, don't stare at me
Don't look at me
I have nothing left in my pockets to give
Not even a cent for your begging to please
Please, l pray, don't stare at me
Don't stare at me
You cannot know how painful it is
To want but have nothing to give
Please, l beg, don't stare at me
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The Day Withers Away
PoetryAn anthology of poems written from over three years back up until this present moment.
