Balloon
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Dear Red Balloon,
Just out of reach
The faster I run
The futher you are
When I'm close enough
to grasp your string
you POP
but I'm not sad
I've been without you
balloons are full of helium,
but they can only stay afloat for so long.
eventually they deflate.
i am deflating.
feelings escape like air.
I will hold you.
For the sake of the rivers I swam to love you,
I will hold you.
I will hold you,
I know; forever.
As that is the way of loving someone.
I will hold you, yes.
It always comes to this.
I push away from you like a balloon batted by the wind from a frantic child
trying to grab a hold of something they once took so simply
Only to have it's cloud-coloured string
You said I am like that feeling you get from letting go of a balloon,
and watching it drift until it’s color vanishes.
At first, it crushed me that you compared me
Dear Love
I hope this note reaches you well.
Maybe sometime after noon?
So you will remember
To look for me
Sitting on a stained dock
Amidst the four winds
Is the figure of a woman.
Have you seen her before?
Her dark locks lifeless
As her body sits frozen.
Her white dress stained
With red.
One day, one day I shall make an air balloon.
And in that air balloon I will fly away.
Away from the ground where there is only hurt
up into the air, just going around
And in my air balloon
