Meet the wrong People:

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Meet the wrong People:

Meeting people is okay but meeting the wrong people isn't okay. When your life was going good like a rainbow stuck in the sky high above the clouds. But then you met the wrong people you could see the rainbow's colors fading away because, I met the wrong people. When you were so high in the sky like the rainbow then your whole life has changed before your eyes because you met the wrong people. When your life has changed for the worse the rainbow in the sky isn't their any more. Because I met the wrong people, my rainbow up high above the clouds is gone it faded and faded away. Being around the wrong people can really change everything in your life. I never realized it until my life changed before my eyes for the worse.  

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graceladymn commented on Meet the wrong People:

08-12-2009

You are learning to recognise which is which, consider that a goodly thing. None of our life lessons are wasted ever. As a mother I freely embrace my grown children as they learn while getting up close to things/people that hurt. For I know they are gaining wisdom just as you are. Your life is constantly living, even now you are moving beyond the need to be with people who hold you back so I rejoice with you. Keep writing you are good at sharing what is within you and trust me, our souls deepen and expand all the time, it never ends unless you want to spend a down time and thats okay too, your soul will push you to step out again when its time.

cliftondurant commented on Meet the wrong People:

08-11-2009

yes sometime we meet the wrong people but you must work hard to make thing right remember you are in control thanks for sharing

sweetbabys

08/11/2009

thanks for sharen your comment

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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