You’re a Poet

Babylloon

We met on a beach

In the middle of no where

Surrounded by familiar faces

You didn’t mean much at the time

Alcohol and cigarettes lingered everything

The world works strangely

Suddenly you were everything

But you’re a balloon floating 100 mph

Direction, up. For the love of god float away

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