The Game Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Go ahead stuff your pack.. Hit the door and don't come back..
Ever since you came to my house one day, I always thought
you were here to stay.. 'Storm Warning, I should have known,
just by the way the winds were blowing..' I offered you my heart,
my soul and my mind.. The power of your kiss, must have made
me blind.. 'Storm Warning, I should have known, just by the way
the winds were blowing..' You wooed me with your guile, from
my head to my feet.. And I always thought by the way my heart
skipped a beat, that we were meant to be together, thru all kinds
of heat.. Your pretty, but your vain, your hot then your cold, and
your brazen little body had to break the mold.. And when you
went out, and you looked so fine, little did I know you were
tasting other wine.. 'Storm Warning, I should have known, just
by the way the winds were blowing..' So now that it's over, and
your leaving my life, just forget your vow that you'd be my wife..
'Storm Warning, I should have known, just by the way the winds
were blowing..' You shouldn't make promises, you don't intend
to keep.. And all of your lying got you in so deep.. I really don't
miss you, I wan't to ever the score.. In fact, I'm throwing darts,
at your picture on the door.. 'Storm Warning, I should have
known, just by the way the winds were blowing..'