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A Balloon

It's a balloon, flies   high up the sky is it's limit the wind           it's friend It keeps going                           h i g h e r It's so pretty                               up there there's something sharp it's beautiful the balloon it moves d o w n the wind it tells the balloon to s t o p but the balloon tells the wind to s t o p it wants to see to know the wind stops the balloon goes down it's sharp green leaves, sharp they circle the brown sharp thorns it's beautiful the balloon feels a push it's too near it begs the wind "blow me away," the wind is                      silent The balloon can't stop f a   l    l      i        n           g there's a sound it * p  o  p  s*
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loveena
For You?
Written by
loveena
Published
May 19, 2015
Lines·Words
72·129
Notes

We ignore the advice and decide we know it's okay but it isn't. It's not okay.

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#love#heartbreak#friends#ex#trust#broken#falling#metaphors#torn#pop
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