lxxxi. WHEN IT ALL ENDS, TELL ME I WASN'T WORTHLESS.
the world is a scary place.
you don't know if you're going to be remembered,
or even leave a trace.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poesíaxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
when it all ends, tell me i wasn't worthless.
lxxxi. WHEN IT ALL ENDS, TELL ME I WASN'T WORTHLESS.
the world is a scary place.
you don't know if you're going to be remembered,
or even leave a trace.