She’s a plastic ring, shiny and fragile
Not prepared or recommended for serious applications
You’ll hear excuse after excuse but play along
You’ll hear her commit to anything that keeps her away
After a while you’ll be so cold it won’t matter
She’ll ask why your faith in her stopped but just shrug and smile
And pray disappointment and embarrassment washes away.
Hot air balloon, very soon, you’ll float into the distance and we’ll forget all of your empty promises
Hot air balloon, very soon, you won’t have a home to haunt room by room, you turn happiness into gloom, bumping into lives with your doom
Undependable Jane, dark cloud without any rain, empty gift box, another father’s day gift of socks, unmarked roadblock right at your turn, left lessons we’ll learn, don’t trust her timing.
What are you thinking about after reading this?