(another sad attempt at a song)

Our love is a heart –shaped balloon
Full of hot air that’ll deflate soon
Poke it, it’s fine, it’ll bounce back and rise
But hold out a pin, it’ll be its demise
Step back baby, think you should beware
I’m known to be one prickly pear
And you’re so smooth when tensions rise
We may just be our own demise
How long dear till our rubber skin decays?
We look up and it floats away
Strings left snarling in our fists
Scales corroding our last kiss
Each turn I’m back against the wall
It seems you picked me last of all
We aren’t supposed to be playing war
So why we have to end do sore?
In your heart, is there more than blood?
Look in your eyes, all I see is mud
We grasp our limp and frail balloon
Hissing softly to its doom

Do you hear that hissing?
What are we missing?