A Girl With A Red Balloon

This is a poem for my sister whom I never met since she died in such a young age before I was even born. My mom said she was just sitting in a swing or something, holding a balloon and then, she slowly began to let go of it as her heartbeat started to stop. So yeah, this is kind of what happened. KIND OF.

So... I know I'm not good but, please, do bare with me

Click, read, ignore... do the hell you wanna do. Open for corrections, suggestions, and criticism. As long as it ain't bitchy, come and talk to me. (Wow. Just made that up. NO. ONE. STEAL. THAT.)

(BTW, the picture isn't mine. It's from yuumei.deviantart.com She's really an awesome artist. Go check her out!)