Some People

some people come
some people go
some people stay
and i wish you will

some people slay
some people bar
and some are incessant
but i wish you are none

you would come i knew
and you have stayed
but leaving is an option
to plump for never would i

but then again
if that option you'd choose
freedom
i would gladly give

for better it is to see
others happy with you
than in my arms
in complete writhe

but still i wish
for you to stay...


*there are times when people would come to give us life only to leave us soon with a hollow inside