Dear World,
I'm special--
I did not simply happen to be,
Nor was I an accident.
God himself created me.
So,
Don't you dare
Take me for granted!
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
