Read My Lips
I clutch onto the ballon.
My feet dangle,
as they skim over fluffy specks of dust
I tie the string around my hand
and promise to never let it go.
Just my balloon and me.
It catches onto a slight breeze,
bobbing and weaving past razor
My heart rockets,
ready to blast off into the horizon.
Complete bliss fueling the engine.
But all it takes is a single branch,
beneath the bustle of green blades,
to pop what is fragile.
Flimsy string slips from my grip
as I plummet
back to planet Earth.