When I count my blessings,
My thoughts linger on you.
You are all that's good,
All that's true,
A blessing from fate.
All the good things turned into one,
Or rather into someone.
Someone like you,
For what all the bad in the world
would never be able to compensate.
YOU ARE READING
⭐ S a c c h a r i n e . ⭐
Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
