What drives us through?
Is it motivation?
Or is it the prospect of tomorrow?
We wake to live,
We sleep to dream,
We live to live; to love, to die.
We are ourselves.
We are every fabric of the world.
We are emotion in these eyes.
YOU ARE READING
I write my heart on paper (Volume One)
PoetryAll my poems together. The poems are my thoughts, feelings and my heart on the page.