Fireworks,
colours and banging,
and sparks all flying.
Fireworks,
and smiles and laughter,
and colours exploding.
Quiet.
Silence.
Quiet.
No sound.
Where did the fireworks go?
Why did they fizzle out?
How did i let you go?
When will you figure this out?
Love,is like fireworks,
colours and sparks,
then fizzing,
dying,
disappointment,
At a firework display,
there is always someone crying,
in a relationship,
someone's always crying.
And it seems,
i'm the once dying.
