Flaming perseverance of passion
I only have thoughts of,
as I am afraid of what's ahead —
I get motivated
but it's an act of being turbulent.
I stared at my silhouette across the wall,
sun rays defining the dust floating,
dancing, and falling.
"Must I be like it?" I murmured
Must I go where life takes me?
or
Must I create a path for myself,
and walk,
and run,
and rest,
and do things on my own pace?
Must I?
I must.
merMia
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PoetryThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
