Money changes people, but she changed for money,
what I had was less, so she sought more,
She found an undying spring,
money lathered her, and she drowned in its foam.
She has layered her face with exotic corrosions
till her inner skin glows in the sunlight.
It is her selling point - it causes commotion,
and it means more earnings - a better life.
But, I laugh at those who yearn for her lies,
Those who looked away before she was reborn,
but now praise her for her meek smile,
if only they knew what it hides. And oh,
I hear they say she is an early riser,
yet she awakens to polish her face before they awake,
lest they see what lies beneath her make up
and paint her lavish springs with a vast desert.
Beneath that makeup is a humility
overpowered by self blame of lack and insecurity.
It hides a beauty unmatched,
clouded by societal pressure of a better woman,
a better woman defined by color and weight.
I am now left with just our childhood memories,
while she sleeps less to maintain a figure eight,
I gave up hope of her return
but I stay patient and wait,
I wanna see her kids when they come,
maybe their faces will be what I expect.
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