I finally managed to got a vacation.
The Lord knows I couldn't take it.
After two weeks I just knew
That our love would never make it.
My Mom let me weep in her arms
As my heart aches more
I couldn't stand and see him
Get married to that whore.
The invitation in my hand
All messed up by tears.
I listen to my siblings laughter
Oh, how it melts my heart.
Little did they know that a
Disaster of a man broke my heart.
I gave them the world, everything
My little money could buy.
Now I'm here in this hotel room
Crying my heart out for a guy.
A guy who offered me a job
A guy who I gave my heart.
A guy who made me smile
Even though it was short
It was worthwhile.
Though my mom says
"Save your tears!"
I wonder if I pray,
God will here
My desperate voice
My weak cry
And how I wish that I would die.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
