• cole67 10w


    Hearts are made
    To fall like balloons,
    When they're all out of gas
    And running on fumes.

    They both shrivel up
    Their last breath is gone,
    That precious one thing
    That helped them carry on.

    They're thrown to the ground
    With a bruising force,
    Pieces of their brokenness
    That strayed off course.

    For hearts will erupt
    And balloons will pop,
    When their fragile Souls
    Are breathless to stop.