Truth be told, I’m Done.
+11When you leave rain begins to pour.
I already know you love her more.
Love turned to hate.
I threaten to leave, but it’s too late.
Is this your idea of fun?
Truth be told, I’m done.
I hope you play to stay.
I’ve made the rules, time to play.
Heaven won’t let you in.
Me against you, let the games begin.
My mind is made up, no time to sway.
Remember it’s you that walked away.
This is no way an angel should behave,
you’ve sold your soul and dug your grave.
This poem was written/submitted by heather massey.
that was a great poem it was beautiful.