Sunday, February 20, 2011

All Good Things Come to an End

I once had a friend, craved a lifetime to spend
The one I wanted to protect, always armed to defend
But as we know, all good things come to an end
Leaving my heart broken, for someone to mend

I stand compromised, trying hard to forget
Painfully seeking help, trying not to regret
Reaching for a paper, writing goals to be set
Hopefully sticking to the plan, with nothing to fret

There’s always a great story behind every scar
Makes life interesting, at least thus far
Challenges accepted, to highly set the bar
While I rediscover and redefine who we are

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