I'm fumbling with these thoughts
They always and forever say,
The best things in life,
Don't always, rather never stay.
And when the best things,
That ever happened to you,
Are a bunch of people,
Maybe just one or two.
It hurts the worst when,
Paths differ and life goes on.
But you lose them, in the medley.
And those special ones are gone.
Things can be replaced,
But people aren't a commodity.
And when you're gone, will you
Ever stop to think about me?
I know you won't but that,
Doesn't mean it's the same for me.
Cause when you leave you'll take.
A part of my heart, forever to be.
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Dedicated to all those I'd miss the most in one year time, around this time.