#thisisrough
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
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC