My Poverty

You’re rich, but with my poverty

I gave you everything and was left poor

As though, you care

I am starving for yr touch

However, I was a passing fancy

Now, you have grown bored

With my love

And without something to give

My lips are deserted by yours

My weeping will not move yr heart

As I am fading into a distant recollection

You walk on by with yr new muse

Remembering nothing of our time together

You don’t even say hello

Though, I am here waiting

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