xvii. TO LIVE, TO BREATHE, TO WRITE
FOR YOU.
maybe after it all,
i live to be someone
else's purpose.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
xvii. to live, to breathe, to write for you.
xvii. TO LIVE, TO BREATHE, TO WRITE
FOR YOU.
maybe after it all,
i live to be someone
else's purpose.
