Tired of counting my self-worth
On the amount of opened and "read" messages on my phone
Of how many times you looked my way
Or said that I looked pretty
Of how many people noticed me enough to smile or say "hi"
—it's time to stop tallying up my self-worth
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
Poetrywords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
