"aira" poems
I clutched tight to the string of A red ballonIt clung to my hair, making it stick straight upA red ballonI drew a picture onA red ballonThen let the air out ofA red ballonI watched the drawing shrink on A red ballonAnd listened to the air coming out ofA red ballonI bounced and kept in the airA red ballonI went outside withA red ballonThe wind got faster, and blew awayA red ballonIt flew into the skyA red ballonUntil there was nothing left of A red ballonPlease tell me if you findA red ballon
Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 4:23 PM UTC
You sat in front of her,as if you're nervous,with shimmering hands,you move slowly and behaves as kin as possible,you dont breath that hard and not that fast as well,now she dropped you felt nervous as hell now she slowly explains it to you from left to right and back,at the same time full of tracks.Now as you memorize the pattern you get confident and eager to listen how she details and show step by step.To the point where you get sick of it or rather scared.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
looking into your eyes,
realized that you're was
my first R E A L L O V E.
Jan 8, 2023
Jan 8, 2023 at 5:18 AM UTC