Of all the tings we said,
One I will never forget,
"People will eventually leave"
And they really do.
The journey always seem short,
Eventhough it takes years to build,
Always ends up in ashes,
Or rainbows to be cherished.
Funny how each and every time,
I always feel like I will be the change,
And it turns out I am just another,
A passerby with dreams waiting to be achieved.
Dreams of having one to be with,
Through thick and thin,
A friend to walk with,
In times of hardship.
