I used to be so full
Of happiness of energy
I could jump and jump
And never feel tired
I was a balloon
Big and full
And then you made a holeI tried to stop myself from emptying
But it was too late
The air came out
The hole got bigger
And I tore apartThere was nothing left of me
Just a few rags torn apart
I was empty
You made a small hole
Which deflated me
And I wonder
Who will blow me back up?
JE LEEST
Gebroken Stukken
PoetryGebroken stukken. Vol verdriet, pijn en liefde, Aan elkaar lijmen. (Haiku :))