You are just like helium.
Your smile, it fills me up
Like a big, red, rubber balloon;
It makes me float.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
Balloon
You are just like helium.
Your smile, it fills me up
Like a big, red, rubber balloon;
It makes me float.
