Title: Grateful
by Kawthar from London | in writing, poetry
I watch you
Warm in your sofa
Sitting here in the blue
You're warm and depressed
I'm cold and content
You're safe yet paranoid
I'm lost, in the open,
In designer dresses you strut
Yet, each night you look for something new
In my lined bin bag
I have walked and slept
Yet I'm thankful
I live on hope;
For tomorrow
You dread the day to come
With the zit nestled on your nose
You have everything
Everything I can only dream of
But it is discarded
To be unworthy.
I have nothing
Yet I'm grateful;
For life
We've been reading a book about a homeless boy in english.
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