Emotions held in,
Tight, but pinned,
Tears want to fall,
But can't be seen, at all.
The balloons held in our hands,
The memories, they dance,
Let go, the balloons fly,
And for the first time, cry.
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
