The man she loved,after a bad break up called her gold digger..
At first she looked at him,not understanding what the hell he meant,
Was he the gold she dug?
Oh,no..
What he meant was the luxurious life he provided her,even at his worst,
That made her a gold digger..
She smiled..
Watching her trembling hands,aching bones,fading eye sights..
Yes,she was a gold digger..
She had took his youth away,made him loose deals,caused him to loose his dignity..
Standing at the roof top,watching the setting Sun,she asked it ..
Am I for you too,a gold digger?
YOU ARE READING
The destroyed me...
PoetryJust some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..