Truth Be Told Poem by Jharlin Saloma

At first you really don't care,
i mean this secretiveness is exactly you can bare,
but the minutes fly by fast,
then the hours start to become past,
as well as the months they start to get cold,
then you start to feel your love is the that's old,
soon you start to wonder if your enough,
as he begins to walk these halls as if he's tough,
because to him having one girl happy here,
and the other one secretly in tears,
is something to be proud of,
but listen to him he doesn't know what love is mad of,
and watch as he has you wrapped around,
you'll feel your soul slowly die down,
it's best to move on,
don't worry you'll grow strong