Black on Black Arts
Reflections - Poem by Black on Black Arts
Times when i use to be happy.
Times that use to be fun.
Now that times have changed there are none.
Thinking about times, when there were always good days.
Now that there gone I just wanna run away.
Remembering life as so sweet and bliss.
Hard times have come and it's those days that I miss.
Looking in the mirror the only thing I can see is me.
And the blurred reflections of the way life use to be.
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