It's all been a lie, dear;
None of it was true.
It's been so since the start, I fear—
When I first met you.
No, it was not at first sight,
When you thought you fell for me.
You thought the flames ignite,
And there's some kind of chemistry.
Afraid not, my apple pie—
It's never been that way.
Like I said, it's all a lie,
But believe what you may.
Then how was I interested?
Well, the answer is very simple.
Was it your looks, or skills perfected?
Perhaps your charming dimples?
Not at all what I have in mind—
It hurts as much as that.
I'm drawn to your pockets, one of a kind;
Stuffed with notes that make them fat.
The wedding bells were never fun;
I wasn't quite excited.
Rather, the ring glinting under the sun—
It tempted me to cite it.
Was I not happy all this time?
Of course I was, sweetheart;
Because you own some extra dimes,
That I simply can't put apart.
I'm a gold-digging beast, I lack honesty,
I was never in love, honey.
I've waited so long for you to finally see;
I was in it for the money.
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The Silence of My World
PoetryA collection of poems conjured by an amateur writer. A compilation that reflects the writer's thoughts, muses, feelings, and some was spun fictionally. A miscellany of randomness, with a deep meaning, or just a vent poured out of a pained and tortur...
