Wednesday 28 January 2015

balloons

my heart was free
my anger had turned to helium
the helium had turned to power a balloon
that i had long let go off
its just that i wasnt watching it
as it drifted along to the sky
next to the sun
and the suns radiance popped it
erasing all the anger that had gone with the balloon

i had long forgiven him
i just didnt want to believe i did

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