Balloon
In the sky, where dreams are spun,
Floats a balloon, kissed by the sun.
Its colors bright, a joyful sight,
But inside it drifts, lost in the night.
It sails on winds of doubt and fear,
A fragile heart, not always clear.
With thoughts that swirl, a silent storm,
A mind that questions its very form.
Yet below, a rope, steadfast and true,
Knows the heartache the balloon goes through.
It holds on tight, won’t let it stray,
Guiding it back when skies turn gray.
The rope feels the tug of every tear,
Yet whispers love to calm the fear.
It grounds the dreams that float so high,
And gently pulls them from the sky.
Together they dance, a balanced pair,
In a world that often seems unfair.
The balloon soars, the rope holds fast,
A love that’s built to always last.
For every thought that goes astray,
The rope will bring it back to stay.
And though the balloon may hide its pain,
The rope’s embrace is not in vain.
They find their way through clouds and blue,
A love that’s tested but always true.
The balloon and rope, they help each other,
Two hearts bound tight, meant for one another.
