Your balloon

The following text is a poem in relation to the authors first written piece „If love was a balloon“ ( ).

Your balloon

So there I sat,
sorrow in my hand,
my eyes still wet,
in my lonely land.

But then you came around,
and gave me a balloon,
it lifted me from the ground,
as I stared at the moon.

You looked at me fly,
for a minute or so,
then you cut the string,
leaving me falling so low.

I hoped you'd catch me,
but you only watched,
as I hit the ground,
and wouldn't get up.

Now it's been a while,
ever since I flew,
I'm back on my lonely land,
still thinking about you.
You and your balloon.

- Poem and picture by Anonymous