Stop the crying he is not worth it

No more tears should you shed on his behalf

He is a cheat and a ***** old rat

His game is old and he thinks he has swag but he is a fraud who just got had

And you're an angel that fell from heaven your beauty Your Grace cannot be replaced

you're truly one of a kind So Divine

Once you walk down the street all eyes turn to you and your hair that looks like sunlight and your eyes are Bluer Than The Sea itself you're truly a walking work of art. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale