The Cycle

today you've stopped looking through me 

you've decided to see me 

we'll journey through the cycle 

meet. become friends. best friends. relationship. strangers again. 

finally you'll start looking past me 

leaving behind the memories, heartache, and pain

for the next lucky person to come and pick up where you left off 

and one day HE will break the cycle. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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