She’s slinky and sly. Botoxed and buffed just waiting to hook the perfect guy.
Chemical peels. Laser corrections.
Investing in “me time” to fix all that needs correcting.
Fancy dinners. Exotic vacations. Putting on a perfect image to keep up social relations.
Perfect hair. Flawless teeth, but a soul that is rotting beneath.
With each lie, her beauty fades and as the money runs out so does her grace.
She’s looking again for that special man who can cater to her selfish demands.
On the prowl, hitting the hunting ground-the gold digger is running out of men it the town.
As each year passes her flaws are harder to hide, she wonders if her investment should have been on what’s inside.
It’s too late now time has taken it’s toll and there’s not much left of the gold digger’s soul.
Lonely and broke.
Faded and sad.
The gold digger should have been digging for love instead.