Fame was my name years ago.
Now I’m a white dwarf
in this youthful universe
and my smile is long forgotten.
I remember the days of Colvin and his Wilt.
There was also Cindy the **** German,
and of course Jerry and Apeksha…
and how close we were!
The Filipinos were my favorites; so nice and kind.
I still talk to Greta, and I’m thankful for this.
A Working Poet has been around to see my world in both darkness and sunlight.
However, I remember Bliss Like This,
as well as Aaron, and the Airships;
my first follows and followers.
There was a new face every day
and friends were made instantaneously.
Over one thousand fans immersed in my words on a daily basis…
Now a handful at best read my withering stanzas.
I’m a rotting apple
on a dwarf planet.
Like Pluto,
I was once loved by many,
but then they chose to forget me.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
Fame was my name years ago.
Now I’m a white dwarf
in this youthful universe
and my smile is long forgotten.
I remember the days of Colvin and his Wilt.
There was also Cindy the **** German,
and of course Jerry and Apeksha…
and how close we were!
The Filipinos were my favorites; so nice and kind.
I still talk to Greta, and I’m thankful for this.
A Working Poet has been around to see my world in both darkness and sunlight.
However, I remember Bliss Like This,
as well as Aaron, and the Airships;
my first follows and followers.
There was a new face every day
and friends were made instantaneously.
Over one thousand fans immersed in my words on a daily basis…
Now a handful at best read my withering stanzas.
I’m a rotting apple
on a dwarf planet.
Like Pluto,
I was once loved by many,
but then they chose to forget me.
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