The Death of Love

You have left me and now you want to come back,
I am not a toy to play with, that is the end of that.
It was your decision to end it,
please don't hurt me no more.
Now let me free, like a bird,
please just let me go.
Expressing emotions is important in life,
I have nobody to talk to , this is why this poem I write.
The clouds have begun crying,
when they understood that our love was dying.