We're not miles apart today maybe at least two and it angers me that there will be no way of seeing you
We're popping fireworks hoping you can see them from where you are and the sound of the gun powdered lights is the sound my heart makes when it thinks about you.
Lighting sparklers on fire and spelling your name in bright stars and watching it end in smoke just how you end your days.
My mom just told me Red dye number 40 makes kids go crazy and I'm starting to wonder if that's what my blood is made out of.
My patience is gone and I've cut my hair. I've lost count of how many times I've cried today my parents know it's because of your curly hair and brown eyes and all i want for Christmas is to see you but I'm just flirtin' with disaster aren't I?