Oct 2017
You told me I wasn’t good enough.
I was the pile of spare change you’d never use because they were so low in value they made you feel cheap.
But there’s so much of me at once that I’m worth more than your hundred dollar bill.
I was the pile of spare change you’d never use because they were so low in value they made you feel cheap.
But there’s so much of me at once that I’m worth more than your hundred dollar bill.
Something I've been sitting on for a while, a very near and dear poem.
