the dust has only just begun to fade
away, with my past of many
busy streets of people continue their world
as I play hide and seek
with myself
lost, drifting
like the helium filled balloon that was let go
by the innocent child beneath my world
my heart is an inkless pen
with no more thoughts to spare
no more tears to stain the blank pieces of paper that lay in front of me
surrounding me with the disappointment of loneliness
crumpled and torn
like a picture that can't be made perfect again
like the life I call my own
walking with the ghosts
and drifting with the balloons
away, with my past of many
busy streets of people continue their world
as I play hide and seek
with myself
lost, drifting
like the helium filled balloon that was let go
by the innocent child beneath my world
my heart is an inkless pen
with no more thoughts to spare
no more tears to stain the blank pieces of paper that lay in front of me
surrounding me with the disappointment of loneliness
crumpled and torn
like a picture that can't be made perfect again
like the life I call my own
walking with the ghosts
and drifting with the balloons
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