my black balloon
my black balloon
floats away
full of hopes and dreams.
maybe one day, i could reach up to the clouds, and grab onto
it with every muscle in my body.
then i will bring it back down to earth, and tie it onto the ladder of my
bunk bed so it could never get away or be free.
my black balloon, full of hopes and dreams.
slowly drifts away.
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ah that black balloon .. what a great way to represent the stuff, that thing, whatever it is that we’re trying to get a firm hold of ….i wonder if it is supposed to drift away, if that is when we can actually feel free … hmm… I dunno … but I think this piece of writing is wonderful.
thankyou! i really appreciate that (:
being a 12 year old, not many people read my work (:
– Clare Dolan
12 !!??
haha
…yeah
– Clare Dolan