Going, Going, Gone
Don't beg me to stay.
I'm afraid it's much too late
I'm drifting away
Just like feather in the wind.
Pity, you had a good thing.
Date written: 05/09/2018
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2018
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