How does that happen.
I had an idea,
and then poof,
it's just gone.
It was an amazing idea too.
A great idea.
It would have landed me thousands of views.
People all over the world would come to get my signature,
because of my amazing idea.
I would make millions,
I would tour the world,
I would be in huge mansions,
because of my idea.
My wonderful idea.
Well,
nevermind then.
I forgot so,
it doesn't matter.
Get over it.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
