Sometimes we all need a little reminder of what we're really writing for. Not for reads, or votes, or a spot on the hotlist. We're writing to write. For the words that beg to be let out onto paper....
I am not made of numbers,
Or people who read.
I am not made of comments,
Or hopes to succeed.
I am not made of votes
Or a fanbase of nerds,
I am a girl
Who is made up of words.
© 2015
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
