a balloon

May 9, 2009
By yasmin sameh BRONZE, Cairo, Other
yasmin sameh BRONZE, Cairo, Other
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A BALLOON


sometimes i feel alone,
and can't endure the pain.
I look at that balloon,
and wonder "what did i gain?"

I've gained pain and a broken heart,
and consequences of a decision that wasn't that smart.
I've gained sorrow and doubt.
I've gained a permanent desire to shout out loud;
"How could i love someone that much?!"
and then hold against him all that grudge.

How come i was that blind,
not seeing "the other him" that he managed to hide.
I'd never forget the fear,
when i saw him with her,
the fear of losing a person,whom i called "my dear"

I wasn't angry or mad,
but i was deeply sad,
sad because i knew that i had,
had..to leave him.
And when he came to apologize,
with a Balloon in his hand,
a picture fell from his pocket,
of them laying on the sand.

I stood speechless with tears in my eyes,
w8ing for him to explain as i cried,
but then he left saying "UM SORRY",
leaving me with a love to bury
and a balloon...


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sherr kh. said...
on May. 17 2009 at 2:25 pm
i love itttttttttttttt.......<3<3

Dalia Y. said...
on May. 15 2009 at 9:24 pm
love itttttttttt .. so true and so deep :)


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