Her love was like a balloon.
Flying high, soaring just below the clouds.
In love & alive, she felt free.
Someone grabbed her attention and for the first time
She felt attachment.
Led along a series of parallel lines, she didn't know
the difference.
She just figured good company went hand & hand.
A string attached to wrist and wrist
Attached to the tail of a balloon for eternity.
Her balloon of dreams and ambition.
Soon she'd realize how beautiful love is,
Soon she'd hope he'd realize it too.
Leading her on down the road of broken dreams,
Through this life and the next, postponed.
Soon she hopes he realizes.
She doesn't know the difference,
Sharing a part of herself no matter how far she
Moves on, it's always him.
The powerline of burned rubber & caught string.
The ending and beginning, still here waiting for you.
Wrapped around your finger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A wonderful poem on love. Beautifully crafted and well executed.