Cheers to you, little one;
the world has been so hard on you,
yet you stand up against it.
Cheers to you, grown one;
you were never loved back,
yet you still learned what love is.
Cheers to you, broken one;
you've been shattered to only be badly put together,
yet you still picked up the missing pieces.
Cheers to you, treasurer;
money always came and went,
yet you remained calm through hardships.
Cheers to you;
for everything could go to shit,
and you'd still be able to smell roses.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
