Fireworks

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That night we saw fireworks in all types of ways
When you pushed my hair behind my ear and gave me that brown eyed gaze

A match was struck when you and I sat and talked for hours
The wick was lit, never to end, catching up was like fresh flowers

The tension between us was thrilling and waiting to explode
The sparks they flew everywhere when our true colors showed

This is not the end for there is never just one display,
The connection was so pure and forever those feelings stay

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