Balloons red as strawberries
sail under the summer wind,
and like dandelion seeds each one
is a selfish wish of mine.
I must try with all my childish might
to save one
before he floats forever up, up, in this strange room with no ceiling.
I'd be a hero!
My name would be written upon bathroom stalls and school house halls, whispered between sticks of gum and candy *** father would finally be so proud.
But as my cherry-colored friend leaves this place
only a hint of sadness remains
because I know wherever he chooses to land, he will safely plant my wish beside him.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Balloons red as strawberries
sail under the summer wind,
and like dandelion seeds each one
is a selfish wish of mine.
I must try with all my childish might
to save one
before he floats forever up, up, in this strange room with no ceiling.
I'd be a hero!
My name would be written upon bathroom stalls and school house halls, whispered between sticks of gum and candy *** father would finally be so proud.
But as my cherry-colored friend leaves this place
only a hint of sadness remains
because I know wherever he chooses to land, he will safely plant my wish beside him.
