by M.J. DeLuna
Everything happen for a reason; and most of the times, it happens for good.
|Each person I met, I met for a reason;
Some to make me smile,
Others to hurt me so I can learn;
Some to listen to my complaints,
Others to tell me what to do,
Some of them linger,
While others left through the back door.
You, I met not by chance,
You came not as lover but as a friend,
With you I want to share everything but lies,
From you, I will take joys but also tears.