You and i were fireworks that went off too soon.
The show hadnt even begun, but the best had already passed,
Passed as fast as the fireworks flew above,
Not waiting.
Our time was shot into the air
Faster than we were ready for.
What we shared was seen by nobody else,
All they saw was the dying trail.
That trail still has color,
However it is ever less brighter that the show we experienced.
Nothing anyone can say can bring the firework back,
What is done is done.
YOU ARE READING
fourth of july
PoetryI'm going to try this thing with poetry inspired by some of my favorite lyrics from songs :) hopefully it works this one is fourth of july by fall out boy
