It’s all built up inside, like an angry bull seeing re.
Here i go again, down this lonley road
Tired of such bull crap, my prince has apt to be a toad
Nothing more but hopeless dreams
I hope every tear haunts your every waken dream
I have anger radiating through my wrist
As this write wouldn’t be so nice cause im extremely pissed
A word of wisdom hmmm”let your guard down”
Now look at me this stupid freaking clown
Red balloons look great with clowns
Maybe i’ll carry one every where around
Im to good for this pain,it came at me like heavy rain
Heavy on my heart,who gives a shit,you knew from the start
So maybe i did as well,so why wait until i fell
In love that is…something we we both cherished
Look at us now,hoping the love will perish
Like a fire it will turn to ashes,as they once were whole
No matter how burnt,the soot remains
Sadly but true love burns an eternal flame
I see red from being angered,no red balloon for me
Count me out of your ignorant analogy
Yes i will fly again,someone will realize how truly special i am
As for you,you fortell your hurt,maybe so
Im still alone as you slowly smashed my face down in the dirt
Take that red balloon or two,i dont need that to find someone new
A word of wisdom to you”know true love get a clue”
Maybe the balloon your holding is midnight blue
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