You marched about
Like American royalty
Your lavish cars
The indoor pool parties
All the name brands
But it was dad's money
There is not a cent of worth towards your name
You are truly worthless
With a million talents
And a blunt in your hand
You'd rather take a joyride
Down the devils street
Than lay down your own roots
And try for bigger dreams
And worst of all
After everything we went through
Your addictions got between us
And you tried to ruin my name
You tried to tarnish my delicate flowers
That I have spent many years tending
All because you were so insecure
You let him get between us
Because deep down money can't buy you everything
And worst of all money doesn't have love to give
And you envied everything that others had
The things without a price tag
Because you were too lazy to roll up your sleeves
Or dream a bigger dream
So you tried to smash mine
Hoping we could both be miserable together
YOU ARE READING
To Those Whom I Once Loved
PoetryA bunch of poems written to various characters of whom were once loved ones you'd want to forget and others lost in time but not forgotten
