tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

fireworks-one hundred seven

We explode to make people happy
That sometimes I don't even know if that smile on your face is true,
Or to just make people joyful
And me, less blue
You truly are a colorful entity to me,
That every time you explode and blow,
It's an amazing sight to see
But when you enter the sky of heavens, of happiness, and non-problems,
You disappear in an instant
And I was worried for a second
Why would you be, so colorful, so bright, so enchanting, and so melancholic,
But still be bitter and so short-lived,
That your action makes me frolic
Can't you do you,
And never disappear
And not just smile,
and cover
You are amazing,
That, I know,
But please be with me long enough,
To let me know that it's really you

We explode on the night sky
Like fireworks that snatch up the people's dry cry,
We make them happy, but so it seems,
After you make them smile, and after your exterior beams,
You are left with nothing else, but to disappear
I long to live on that day alone
Where I get to see you
Full and blown
That even after you bring joy
You make yourself happy too,
You become you,
Then I'll become me
Then I'll be incredibly happy,
To have seen you shine, and reach the skies
But be still you at the same time,
Killing and disappearing within your torturous lies