By fandomsrulequeen
It's like a bird set free;
It's like a released ballon.
You treasure it so dearly, but it still
Ends up leaving you.
It's like a wisp of smoke,
A whisper in the willows,
Reminding you of what
Has come to pass.
You remember swearing never to let reality catch up,
To forever hold your bird close;
To never break your grip on the balloon.
You wish to never blow the smoke;
Not to overwhelm the whisper.
Yet a wind comes to blow,
Eventually,
And blows the balloon away,
In which you would say,
"Nay, my balloon flew away".
Or when the smoke blows off,
And you're left to stare
Sadly at the void.
Even when the bird flies away from you,
And one by one the cherished things you hold so close
Disappears away,
And you have nothing to say
Except for the fact that
When you are forced to grow up,
To face reality,
To let go of the memoirs
That made you a child.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryA book for my poetry pieces. Some are dark, some are nostalgic and others are meh. If they're horrible don't judge me because I'm clearly a noob. Enjoy! Cover belongs to me :)
