The Path Poem by Fallen Pixie

They say we all have our
own paths that we must follow.
They twist and turn,
and entwin in other paths.
People walk in and out of our
paths some smoothing over
our pot holes, some creating there
own.
Yet, what happens when someone else
path crosses over yours and suddenly
everything on your path is perfect.
You are so intuned to the other
persons path you don't know how to
have your own anymore.
What do you do then?
When you can't imagen your
path without the others crossing it.
How do you seperate your paths,
to have your own.
I feel as if my path all but dissapered.
The one overlaying mine took everything.
She made my path black and dark,
she took my light.
My path no longer is going the right way,
it is headed straight for a black abyss.