just like the cool breeze blowing by you on the streets
like the few extra grains of sand in the pile
i'm nothing but useless to you
a meaningless dot in the world full of brightness
so don't ever worry about me
forget me
YOU ARE READING
serendipity 一 poems
Poetryshort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
