The second I title 'riches'
My riches were my all , a cause of my fall.
And now I truly realize that my gold, silver and riches were nothing but vanity.
Truly not all that glitters is gold, not all that sparkles are diamonds .
I lived my life with golden picture frames that were always blank, my riches couldn't smile or move, my riches lacked warmth and instead reeked of coldness.
My riches was my first friend that led to my end and my first and last heartbreak.
You dont need gold or jewelry to be expensive you need a golden heart.
Lots of love
Jummie white💓💕💖💗💝💞
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Expensive prison By Jummie_white
PoetryAnything could be a prison , it doesn't have to be the usual bars and chains but to me, anything that holds one captive is a prison. Do not love the things of the world for everything is vanity for it is all vain. Just like this poem says; "Do not...
