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Bea Jul 2019
Wishes and calls from friends
Not my brother
Of course he can't call
He's learned from his mother

He was taught wrong
Though could've done better
Could've wrote his own songs
Can't write me a letter

My friends write me letters
They think that I matter
Even got me a sweater
Hoping I will get better

The ones that show up
They're the ones that still care
We all raise our cups
Wave them high in the air

It's getting real late
And it's time to leave now
It must've been fate
Not exactly sure how

Glitter may fall
And people may fight
Memories of it all
Escape to the night

Balloons in the backyard
Like memories we shared

We filled them all up
Now they're dancing through air

Colors were popped
And pieces were scattered
Bad thoughts seemed to stop
I believed that I mattered

Balloons in the backyard
Like memories we shared

My heart is filled up
I am walking on air

Colors were blended
And so was my head
Eventually it ended
We must go to bed

Balloons in the backyard
Like memories we shared

Suddenly look up , and you're still there

Brain is now syrup, I don't mean to stare

You look so lovely, you float with the air

I feel so lucky , I'm glad I was there

Balloons in the backyard
Memories we shared

Hearts all filled up
Eyes that may stare

Colors can wander
All through the night

Still found no lover

We travel in flight

July 11
Me and my best friend popped balloons in the backyard on my birthday . Thank you for always listening and caring , much love - the girl who's kinda in love with you
PoETE Poet-Pete Jun 2015
If it was meant to be,
than we will see,
If it was meant to flee,
Than allow the wave's,
To capture our sea......
True love strikes a nerve, but real love just striked my heart.i guess it's true there really isn't a 13th floor.

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