Hot Air Baloon Poem by cadance cunningham

Hot Air Baloon



they're just sleeping
what are they dreaming
swinging from the ceiling
i really didnt mean it
why are they so selfish
why are they so jealous
how do I confess it
i just want to smell it
hot air balloon
orbiting the moon
tethered to his neck
we can do it next
your breathing all my air
your wearing all the hair
using all the scared
theres not enough to share
you put me in a corner
im trying to feel normal
im so self absorbing
death is reassuring
hot air balloon
orbiting the moon
tethered to his neck
we can do it next

Friday, November 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: evil
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