I’m done with the ones who come and go,
Like whispers in the wind, fading slow.
I’ve had enough of hollow promises,
Of people who vanish when the storm rises.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I need someone who stays, who\u2019s real,
Not just words but someone who feels,
Who lifts me up when the world feels low,
Who helps me bloom, who helps me grow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No more fleeting hearts, no more games,
I want someone who will fan my flames,
Someone who sees my worth and more,
Who opens windows, not just doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m done with the temporary faces,
With people who vanish without traces.
I need those who will help me shine,
Who\u2019ll push me forward, and say, “You\u2019re mine.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So if you\u2019re not here to be strong and true,
If you don\u2019t plan on staying through,
I\u2019d rather be alone and build my own,
Than keep waiting on love that\u2019s never shown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want people who\u2019ll help me rise,
Who see the fire in my eyes,
Who won\u2019t flee when times get tough,
But walk beside when life\u2019s too rough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here I stand, no more disguise,
I\u2019m done with settling for empty ties.
Only the real ones are welcome near,
I\u2019ll make it clear, I\u2019ll persevere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I’m done with the ones who come and go,Like whispers in the wind, fading slow.I’ve had enough of hollow promises,Of people who vanish when the storm rises. I need someone who stays, who\u2019s real,Not just words but someone who feels,Who lifts me up when the world feels low,Who helps me bloom, who helps me grow. 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