What's more priceless:
Having money a bliss
Or losing me in the abyss?
You've shown no effort by being careless
Deep down I know what you'd choose
A pile of money is more important than I am to you
Please don't make it so that I'm the thing you lose
I was sunshine but after you I'm made of blues
For a while I thought I was worth more than riches
But you've hurt me so deep I might need stitches
In rare moments I think you love me, but they're only glitches
Until you made so many switches
Would you choose me or the money?
So please listen to me and pick wisely?
This isn't funny
You've ruined me and now I'm bloodied
You've never made me feel worth more than money
If I was a coin to you, I'd be a penny
While to me, you were my hundred dollar bill a plenty
So stop pretending I matter when you've become my enemy
YOU ARE READING
Painful Words
Poetry*One moment he was my life The next he wasn't even part of it* This is a collection of poetry I've written that is ongoing. From friendships to heartbreak, it deals with many different topics.
