Dedicated to all those who have lost their lives trying to make the world a better place.
Now you're gone,
Gone to stay,
You really have
Gone away.
You're just like dawn,
But you won't come again tomorrow,
Or the next day.
On the morrow,
I will bathe in my sorrow,
For you won't come again,
Or cross my way.
YOU ARE READING
Ink and Quill- Jess's Poem Collection
PoetryIf you want to read my poems, go ahead... the world awaits.