8:00am was the time we started the end. 9:30 i was changed to
an adult,
and 10:23 we became wildcats for the night.
11:04 brazil became more populated, but at 11:05
this poem turned out to be about balloons.
because balloons live their whole lives
slowly being blown up to their potential. to soon
fly away and see the world.
yet this isnt a poem,
and its not about balloons.
11:20am you joined adulthood too. then at 12:16
gma passed slowly as she fell asleep, like a tiny angel.
her balloon saw heaven that night.
soon at 12:25 christmas's in the "time of our life" years came to an end.
1:00 the year we graduate came to an open.
then at the strike of 1:07
i cried real tears of happy/sad
cause that high school musical song 'were all in this together'
will soon become merely a cell phone ring tone.
later at 1:26pm i forgot what this nonpoem was even about.
so now its about sunrises, because
at 1:31 the pink color followed me to school.
in actuality were all waiting for 2:14pm cause
xoxox's exchanged between sophomores give our minds more joy than reality tv.
i can almost see 3:00 where we do
something dumb almost making our balloon pop,
but when 3:08 is here she'll fly with us.
and sometime around 4:00 we'll all join
husky/grizz hands and cry as the ending starts the beginning.
then precisely at 5:29pm we'll see that
this nonpoem
means nothing and was really just about a balloon,
the shade of sunrise pink
running away from a clock.
xox
