How quickly things change
All was well when everything was in range
One little move or one little word
Can make you lose something you didn't deserve
How quickly things change and turn to muck
A good thing lasts until a bad rut
Its my fault and my guilt to hold
It is so much more than me being too bold
The loss I feel is just too much
When all I want back is that friendly touch
How quickly things change when all was smooth
But at some point it stops the flowing groove
I really do think it is somewhat strange
How quickly some things tend to change
All was well when everything was in range
One little move or one little word
Can make you lose something you didn't deserve
How quickly things change and turn to muck
A good thing lasts until a bad rut
Its my fault and my guilt to hold
It is so much more than me being too bold
The loss I feel is just too much
When all I want back is that friendly touch
How quickly things change when all was smooth
But at some point it stops the flowing groove
I really do think it is somewhat strange
How quickly some things tend to change
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DeleteWhat a beautiful poem... I suddenly feel quite nostalgic - I'm not the biggest fan of change. xx
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