You said you wanted flowers,
Thrown at you from the highest towers,
You wanted this, you wanted that,
You wanted a rabbit pulled out of a hat,
Of the sun the moon & the stars,
You wanted it all while joyriding in cars,
You hoped for everything,
Yet you never asked for anything,
All I heard was the wet of your tears,
As they drizzled down through the years,
Because you were never happy,
Never satisfied, always ******,
Had I failed so miserably,
At giving you my all? Very probably,
For you love was not enough,
Because of this you made the going tough,
My affections could not quench;
Your wanton desires powerful stench,
So I've left you to your own devices;
Having enough of my sacrifices,
There is no cure for your want of material things,
I waited long enough, now the fat lady sings...
© okpoet