Roll up, and get enlightened.
Fuck it up, if you get invited.
But rest assured I've got it.
Fuck those little hums.
Rolling for the promised days.
Fuck those little hums.
A million of those things ain't enough.
They ain't enough.
I could be worse.
So ease them damn nerves.
I'm here to get away.
What gleams doesn't grow on trees.
I've been fallin' down long enough.
Ain't nice so don't make it personal.
I'm the pilot.
And I'm here to get away.
Ain't got no self-esteem.
But that ain't what I need.
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Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoetryPleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
