You were a lit up match
and I was a box of fireworks
I got so attached
the way you flickered made me hurt
I got close to your flames
I ignited and touched the sky
But it ended too quickly like a party game.
And as the colors we made began to fade,
we had to say good bye.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
