It's crazy to see the past repeat itself.
A girl telling a boy he's not the one,
That he's not made for her,
As she finds love in someone
Whom will only bring her pain.
Friends finding a replacement
Only to keep living with out him.
Tho as travelers we don't stay long
So may it be the goddesses
Telling him it's time to move on
As they see his soul grow tired of pain.
For the love he feels
Is not for few
But for all.
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Traveler Beyond The North
PoetryAs a traveler sometimes we get lost in others lives. We fall in love, we make close friends. Hell we even lose sight of who we are by soul. Some a banded caravans and others like me, bound to be a one man caravan. Join me on the lost heart aching, l...
