The Storm

I am in the eye of a storm brewing
My eyes on the horizon of my choosing
Is it an enemy or a friend I am losing
Torn pages from books I am removing
Broken bottles every avenue I’m now strewing

I wrote the fucking thing but someone else is just going to steal it and then all of their followers are going to leave them the most amazing comments like they’re the best writer ever in the world and they’re gonna all buy each other’s books and support each other 👀

It’s basically the blues and if my daddy would have wanted to love me instead of fuck me I’d probably be playing the harp right now like David Gilmour’s daughter is doing

Not all daddy’s are bad

The grass IS greener

Apparently

👀

But God is also in a band called Pink Floyd

👀

And he sold all his guitars and it’s basically the end of the world

👀

I’m not wrong

👀

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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