As time does pass, and all thru the year
I find it amazing, some stories I hear
Rumors hurt many, and not just a few
These stories of fiction, not actually true
Each time they are told, little facts seem to change
But I guess that is normal, its not really strange
They are stories of passion, and stories of lust
They are stories of others, and of who not to trust
They are told with abandon, to those we call friend
With no regard ever given, to the results in the end
From just a small fact, we build a story quite grand
Reputations are ruined, even though its not planned
None are immune, to these stories that spread
Its not always fact, just because its been said
But we need to type something, so why not have fun
And tell stories of others, and of what they have done
The answer is simple, and here is your clue
The next rumor you hear, could be about you
(Just thought this thread is missing a poem)
so just to even things out.... i posted one of my awardwinning poems :yes: )
*hugs*