out of breath

paper balloon, i say, get
up, and glide towards the sun.
i shall, says redstained ball. let
me rest awhile, and i'll run
when merriment comes.

paper balloon, i say, roll
down hills, and lie on the grass.
i can't, says persimmon ball.
your happiness didn't last,
imperfectly numb.

paper balloon, i say, will
you play with me again?
i won't, says crimson ball. fill
me with laughter, not pain.
but my breath is gone
...i say.

niice.

inspired by hidden feelings and ur paper STAPLES balloons?

lol. woho! i could almost feel myself ran out of breath...

QUOTE(jambaJUICE @ Oct 18 2004, 8:17 PM)

niice.

inspired by hidden feelings and ur paper STAPLES balloons? 

rofl yah ;x i was bored, and decided to try something a bit different ';o

I get this really light, and soothing tone from the poem.
I like the imagery I pull from it, images in my head etched with pastel colors, drawn by your words.

Balloon!

Yeah. So I'm bringing back good writings. Get over it.

I really like this, Queen. The subject matter is different - and your words are simplistic, yet they paint beautiful images.