one that will break juvenile locks.
Sitting in a sea of stormy red,
lays the heart with a keyhole embed.
With an addiction like a smoking gun,
who needs to find the special 'one'?
The smoke emitting from the drug,
leaves me with a smile so smug.
Dancing around, flirting with air,
makes the mind no longer aware.
More colours than the hearts desire,
a balloon rises like heat from a fire.
So here I lay with a keyholed heart,
letting the life tear me apart.
Fill the latex ball with smoke,
see what feelings it will provoke.
Watching the balloon disappear,
I let the darkness finally go clear.