May 14, 2009
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Some people walk into your life.
Some run.
Joining each passing stride,
Every person,
Walking, running,
Are to blame for change.
Change in yourself.

Positive or negative,
People change.
Something happens.
You don’t notice though
Till it happened.
Too late to go back.

Person you once knew,
Gone. Why?
People stroll in,
Never failing to change,
World view anew.
Life altered
By a simple bond
Formed between

In the end,
We have no choice.
People come
And people go.
Stakes are high,
Pain unbearable,
Made worth it by love.

We are still something.
Have life.
Have meaning.
Have purpose.
We are made strong.
Who we are meant to be.

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Nicky H. said...
Jun. 21, 2009 at 1:50 am
This is very well wrriten
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