We may not be great
or perfect for that matter.
We are what we are.
We have our own faults
that prick our hearts with sharp
darts. Exposing scars.
I believe that everything
has its own purpose. They
shine when it's their time.
Small things give immense
pleasure because they are priceless to
us. That we'll never get.
We need not be great
or have to be perfect as
we're 1 in 7 billion.
Nobody could be you.
You're just younique so be proud
Surely the world needs you.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
