Twenty-one

by ASPHYXIATED

Twenty-one balloons; blew with the breeze
begging for freedom to put them at ease.
Oh how ironic.

Two feet in the mud, I can't help but laugh--
Only you could of planned it this well.
Your final prank before you fell.

This is the part where the memories swim in
breaking down barriers and mental strength.

Who was I before you?

Time Warp. 5 years previous. Heart full of hope.
Hope of a future. I guess the futures over hyped.

Two feet in the mud, I can't help but laugh--
Only you could of planned it this well.
Proof you've broken the shell.

Twenty-one balloons; blew with the breeze
begging for freedom to put them at ease.
So, so ironic.

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Submission date : 2009-10-22
Last edit : 2009-10-22

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