Friday, 14 October 2011

My Balloon

I put my hopes for you and me
inside a red balloon,
so that all the details of the depth 
of my wishes were wrapped in rubber secrecy.

I'll let this balloon fly away 
someone else can catch it
maybe her 
the one where the flirt and smiles
was obvious, from across the room. 

I'll look to the sky 
in hunt of another balloon 
that I can fill with not wants
or wishes 
but memories 
of me and another boy
who doesn't look like you 
one who notices me
more than you do. 

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