there he goes like a firework. travelling high up in the sky, exploding upon arriving. colors blasting for others. but i'm not there. not there to see him burst his great display of sparks and hues, not there to see him fall to the ground after. fall for another person. not there to see him after he looks upon the sea of people, growing quiet when he saw what he was looking for. i'm not there.
but then he goes up again, sensing something wrong. it was all wrong because he realized she was not it. but this time, higher. he searches. he found me. he knows i am the one.
now we go up together, not searching for anything else but just for the hell of it. going up, up and up. sparks are a whole lot bigger, stronger. sparks fly. our love was like fireworks.
march 18, 2016
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\falling\
Randoma collection of my thoughts. my thoughts that are caused by the person i love. "i only write when i'm falling in love, or falling apart."
