I was your pidgeon
A new discovery
A handy one
Usefull even
You discoverd that
I could help you
Make life easier
Prettier
Until there came a new discovery
A handy one
Usefull even but better
Prettier
Now i am a pidgeon
They used to think i was their most precious discovery
Now i get treated like dirt
A flying rat is my nickname
I am no longer your favourite belonging
But i still am out here on the streets
I am still me
I still fly
I am still beautiful
Just not to you
About the Creator
Eems
I’m a 22-year-old film student in the making. Stories are my comfort. A hopeless romantic at heart, I write poetry and short stories shaped by my experiences, longings, and dreams. Tragic love is my greatest weakness. I hope you enjoy!
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