The Red Balloon

Oh.
It flew away...
Poor little girl.
Where did it go?
Her bright, red balloon.

Her little whines.
Her sad face.
Tears that urged me to bring it back.
Her bright, red balloon.

Looking through the clouds for a small dot.
I searched and found the dot.
Then... poof! As if it just disappeared.
Her bright, red balloon.

Ze-chan, was that love?

i think it was but deep word make my nose bleed and my head ache

It's along time I havent read ur Poem !! Gr8 poem !! Ruu..

Love? :3

I guess I was thinking too hard.

Lol. I just had an odd obsession with red balloons when I was little, and I ended up making this.

I have here a ballon
That flew to the sky
Even though I can't see
I can tell it blew up

My money was wasted
For buying a balloon
If it was for some food
I would have been so full

....not as poetic in english as it is in the original native tongue



This is a nursery song, btw

Poems don't have to rhyme. You shoulda learned that in High School/middle school/school. There are different types of poem. Though I forgot what they are.

Not all poems rhyme. ^_^ And in the native tongue, it probably makes more sense.