How many times have you called my name?
I stopped counting after the first.
I was taught never to count my blessings,
or to expect more.
But simply to appreciate their rarity.
But you spoiled me.
I grew accustomed to them.
And now I cannot bear the silence.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
How many times have you called my name?
I stopped counting after the first.
I was taught never to count my blessings,
or to expect more.
But simply to appreciate their rarity.
But you spoiled me.
I grew accustomed to them.
And now I cannot bear the silence.