hey! this idea came to me when i saw a pink balloon in my house from a birthday. update! it has not fallen down after a week. you get the idea of the poem tho.
this had a path in my mind that it was going to go, and you can 100% take it that way, but it ended up going to a different ending. i am going to let you (the reader) have an original thought without my influence! take it how you want it lol.
I hope you enjoy!
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that pink balloon
floating on my ceiling
is going to fall
in a week or two.
when it does,
it will get popped.
i won’t do it
but someone else will.
they pop it for floating low.
they pop it for falling low.
they pop it for failing low.
they pop it for failing.
the balloons are more fun
to play around with
when they are falling
and deflating.
oh.
Thanks for reading! <333