the way white balloons look against the blue sky
the way it feels to let go of a balloon
when you know its carrying something really important,
you know that it will always find its way
to where it has to go.
even though your balloon
might let itself go
before you thought it was ready,
thats how its supposed to be.
or if your balloon pops
while your carrying it to freedom park
you'll just find another one along the way.
i really like
best friends,
and memories
and sticky freeze pops
that melt and drip
down your hands
3 comments:
oh my goodness, paige marry me. you're an amazing writer.
Hello,
Brilliant poem, but I am terrified of balloons floating into the sky and don't like popsicle juice.. :]
hahaha yay! I call the neon orange for my handprint though.
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