The Height Of Balloons Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The Height Of Balloons



I was your balloon,
You had me so high.
My head overflated, filled to max capacity.
You couldn't have possibly known just how you made me feel.
My neck attached to a string clinched tight in the center of your hand.
Then all of sudden.
Pop.
You couldn't possibly have known how bad that hurt

Friday, December 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,hurting,love lost,pain
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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