I was an innocent kid in the park,
And you were a balloon that decided to fly far.
I tried to chase you but flew too high.
And you didn't care to say good bye.
Now I'm all grown up like a queen with a crown.
And you decided to come flying back down.
You're the same old balloon I used to love.
But that innocence is long gone.
Now I'm warning you to be careful.
My fingers are made of needles.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
