Loyal Balloon.

this is my final poem, meant to be read after The Girl in Pink and Blue. its based on my sister-like friendship with my very best friend Hailey (not telling last name) if that helps you not be confused.

Sometimes the balloon hangs in the air

Neither rising or falling

But still filled with despair

Sometimes the balloon reaches for the sky

But sometimes

That balloon just wants to die

“Stay on the path”

Spoke the balloons pink and blue girl

She filled him with hope

And he did a little twirl

Soon he reached for the sky 

but she brought him back down and said

“Not now my friend, i don’t want to be alone when i cry.”

He was filled with helium

And science told him to rise

 But the loyal balloon said “no! I will stay while she cries.”

And the balloon sunk to the floor. 

And rested his string on her shoulder

And he spoke to science and said “i will continue to hold her.

I am a loyal balloon

And maybe i shouldn’t belong,

But if you tell me to leave her

I’ll say ‘go suck a dong!’

Because i am a loyal balloon

And this is where I belong.”