Ballons

He wrote it down in messy lines...

That love's a balloon you finally hold,
So bright, so warm, it makes you fold.

It lifts you up, it makes you smile,
You feel complete like a child.

But hands get tired, you lose your grip,
And slowly then it starts to slip.

It drifts away,you can't pretend,
You won't control it in the end.

And as it floats, it finds the air,
Too close to edges waiting there.

"Cause love,"he wrote, "might be free...
But never stays where it should be."

(It might suck but give it a chance cause i write this all at 1am with 3h sleep a day)