String-The-Cat

The shape of my heart is not of a heart. My shape is like a balloon. With an emotional string attached to a red skin, a skin that shone under the moon. It started out small when I was first born. My first breath, it came from you. With each breath you gave, each breath I received. My heart, it just grew and grew. But then your breathing began to slow down; it eventually came to a stop. With your weak dying breaths, my heart still grew, But your last breath caused it to pop. My heart is shriveled and empty inside. Every passing day, I grieve. I hold so dearly to the memories you made... ... Mom... why did you leave?...