*. There are
days that our
flame is bright
enough to make
my soul act like
a firework.
*. Fireworks burst
up into the sky,
but then they
fall
and
they shatter.
*. They still feel
warm though,
even when they
lie on the ground.
Their past
is not a burden.
*. This is why I'm fond of you.
Strange dreams seem to
creep out
through the cracks of my lips
Keep them away from
rays of light
But under their touch
I burst
in red and yellow
Sunflowers
watching with
bloodshot eyes
as they sink right through
the floorboards into a
comatose sleep
While whispering sweet nothings
to each other
they float