with his tanned arm
casually draped across
my shoulders,
I think I almost
loved him--
though envious admiration
seemed to feel the same way
I imagined love would,
and it was so hard to tell
the difference between
the two.
grinning like an
attention-starved toddler
with a bright balloon tied
to his wrist, I was his trophy--
his reward for a life
patiently spent as
the nice guy
who finally
came out
on top.
and he was my string-
keeping me grounded
and yanking me back
when my helium dreams
threatened to carry me
away from this place--
swearing the sky was
limitless
if I could only sever
my ties with doubt.
Author notes
I don't know if this is what you're looking for... and I swear I won't be offended if it's not your taste and you want to DQ it.
A contest entry
- PROMPT: where do balloons go after you set them free? by PersephoneInWinter.
450 points, ended November 25, 2007, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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and he was my string-
keeping me grounded
and yanking me back
when my helium dreams
threatened to carry me
away from this place--
I liked both those bits!
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with his tanned arm
casually draped across
my shoulders,
I think I almost
loved him-- -
no, i do not want DQ it, its beautiful!
it has a different view on things, like what caused the person to try to escape and to try to become free.
i really liked the last stanza, it is so pretty!
good luck and thanks for entering my contest!
LXF
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amazingg.
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Awesomeness.
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