She hides behind a thousand
Helium filled red balloons
She's running from the deadly fact
That she'll be far gone soon
Because if she keeps getting more and more
And never giving
She'll float away with her bouquet
And she'll be done with living.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
