A Poem by donny ingraham

Meet me halfway
If we don't communicate
There is nothing left to say
If we work it out
The blows will never stop
I won't know what we're fighting about
Some things you gotta understand
I'm only one man
Doing all that I can
Just to see a smile upon your face
I work my fingers to the bone
Just for us to live in a fancy place
Material things don't mean much to me
By the way I dress
You can see
Things don't define me

© 2011 donny ingraham

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Added on December 29, 2011
Last Updated on December 29, 2011


donny ingraham
donny ingraham

wilton manors, FL

I'm a 36 year old writer and poet. Possessing a scarred past, but not allowing it to take me down. I have written two books of poetry and write at any given moment to express myself. more..