The Young Boy's Balloons ( A collection of poems and one shots.)

Fly

Your name is Dave Strider and you're wings have sprouted.

You feel like you can soar so high into love. You've felt this fickle feeling before and if it didn't hurt before it hurts now.

You told yourself love wasn't for you but now you've fallen for more, you silly scatterbrain.

But it's alright, yeah? You need a wake up call every now and then. A reality check, something to slap you in the face when times get too cheery.

Your name is Dave Strider and you're Icarus, flying into the Sun.