i've been writing for
a year and five months now,
and i still have the same reason
as i did for writing way back when
i started.
i write for myself.
but despite by beliefs and will,
sometimes i do wish to write something
so beautiful, something so powerful that
it affects many.
i pathetically wish it to be well known.
but for a year and five months i've been
writing for myself, and it's made me happy,
so i guess i'll keep writing on
for myself.
[a/n]: i turn everything into poetry i swear its a problem
YOU ARE READING
Crowned
Poetrybits and bobs. [sister collection of 'out of sight, out of mind'] [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]