Living in New York is kinda hard on the Fourth of July because you never know if the loud sounds coming from outside are gunshots or fireworks.
Still I love fireworks.
It reminds me of you.
Too beautiful to stick around,
But so beautiful that you never forget.
Even when you left you looked like a firework.
And it felt like a gunshot.
It was still stunning.
I bet on every July 4th
In whatever afterlife you're in
They fly you to the sky
Just too see you smile.
I know how much you loved Fall Out Boy ,and even though you weren't around long enough to hear it I know this would have been your favorite song.
It goes ,
" Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa In between being young and being right you were my Versailles at night"
You are my favorite "what if"
You are my best "I'll never know"
Goodbye
And happy fourth of July,
Rose.
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A Boy And His Box
PoetryHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
