People Come People Go - Poem by chynarose richardson
People come and people go…
What matters the most that you know…
That I’m not leaving until you give me a reason too…
You need to let your self go and show me the real you…
How you feel and what you wanna revile what’s on your mind? …
Because I’m only blind until you show me the light and how bright it should be….
You need to learn how to trust….
Even if I pull a fuss…
I have a short fuse because in a way I’m scared of losing you….
But then again it has to do with you…
You try walking in my shoes when your being accused
How come your not being accused…
Do you have something to hide is it going to be a surprised….
I don’t have to worry when I lay my head down at night….
Because I know every thing will be all rite….
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