Balloons drift idly towards the ceiling of our world
Until they reach the end of the line
And spiral down as an empty shell of the dreams
All the dreams I forced in until it floated up
It left my reach but somehow I knew
That it would reach the top of the sky and be heard
And maybe the remnants would fall down into
My open hands
And I could put my dreams inside again
****** it up into the sky once more
Until
Balloons drift idly towards the ceiling of our world
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
Balloons drift idly towards the ceiling of our world
Until they reach the end of the line
And spiral down as an empty shell of the dreams
All the dreams I forced in until it floated up
It left my reach but somehow I knew
That it would reach the top of the sky and be heard
And maybe the remnants would fall down into
My open hands
And I could put my dreams inside again
****** it up into the sky once more
Until
Balloons drift idly towards the ceiling of our world
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