The Truth Hurts - Poem by trina ryan
I know about your ways,
I know about your lies,
I heard about the other day,
I heard about you ties.
I know about your different lives,
I know about your sleeze,
I heard about three different wives,
Why don't you let your old ways cease.
Don't turn away,
Don't tell me its okay,
Don't start to shout.
You shouldn't feed me this sh! t..
I tried to tell you but,
The truth hurts doesn't it?
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