Blow!
Do it real slow,
While terrain's flat,
Features stitched bad.

Littered like balloons,
Little beings bloom at noon,
Anything else, just gloom.

I see you,
Slipped in-between,
Without a strife,
I blow you ripe.

Heart burns,
Brr, brr, gut churns,
As my fate turns,
Dazed under your gaze.

How could it be?
So smooth, so serene,
Who gave you that title,
Yet played me like a fiddle?

Blow!
So I blow,
You feel so far away,
Once I want you close,
It blows away.

Poppp! 

I have blown you to bits, 
Now I am out of breath.