A V A R I C E
I remember you telling me that I am beautiful,
Depicting my actions that I am kindhearted and all.
That I worth the best love in the world.
And I must be cherished.
But why can’t you love all of me?
Were you weaving lies from the start?
Or was just too overbearing on my part?
Am I still not enough?
Call it avarice but I seriously want your love.
One best thing I knew I could never have.