balloons and feathers

I’ve never known what love is, not how I know it now.

Can’t do this feeling justice; not with words, anyhow.

My heart is a balloon let go at the county fair.

Rising higher than the sun at noon,

flying free without a care. But will it last forever?

Will I always feel so light?

Soft and cozy like a feather,

it keeps me warm throughout the night.

Still, I know that you don’t love me,

and I’ve never felt so free.

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