People come and leave,

Just as though in a motel,

Something on every eve,

That I can't now  just yell.

It's hurting though, no matter,

It never leaves my notice too,

How I am just a hospice of shelter,

Always open for all to just go.

People always leave, they say,

But why  I don't know, what I did wrong,

Am I so despicable, no one ever stay?

And then to support it all, the final thong!

The longest stayer that stayed long,

 He promised to stay forever,

But alas even the promise is wrong,

No stays in here, stays, ever.

And thus he packed his bags,

Finally and forever indebted,

Everyone's reasons on these rags,

But all goes are  to be regretted.

..And then the formality of goodbyes,

Nothing more painful than these acts,

Never have anyone returned for alibis,

And so I know, lie is these come backs.

This go is nothing other than an awry,

Nothing I can do to avoid this  setback.

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"Fall for Actions,not for words."  said Mark Schwahn ,through Peyton Sawyer (OTH). 

Written with a question of 'what to do when actions lie too?' in my head.

~ Chaahat