Loveis..

I once saw love as a red ballon

Obtuse and pregnant

Full of hope

The wild childs’ hands play

What brings happiness to the corner of their mouths

And it’s let go

Suspended for a second, before it gives up trying to stay unleashed

They cry, want it back

And it’s too late

Now seeing this bloody balloon

How easily let go

It gives me a nice heartache to go along with the headache (shouldn’t have had that bottle that makes me forget about love)

If you see ‘it’, you should be scared

Next time I think I feel love

Abort! Abort!