Gone are the days when love was pure,
Gone are the ways, I'm sure,
Gone and it's never coming back,
Gone astray from grey to black,
Born in the light,
But fades in the dark,
Gone off sight,
Press pause in the moment,
To grow inside,
Flow with pride,
Going on and on in process,
Gone, to make wrong right.
Copyright © Jones Muta | Year Posted 2020
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