I held the balloons
of our memories
with both hands.
When I started
floating away,
you weren't there
to pull me back down.
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Love x Stitches
PoetryBetween the fairy tales and tragedies blooms love, best in the face of adversity to revive a purpose lost to jealousy, concealed by a trust of faithful blindness, and not always ending in happily ever after. [ : : : ] A collection of poetry...
: floating away :
I held the balloons
of our memories
with both hands.
When I started
floating away,
you weren't there
to pull me back down.
