I want fireworks Not the "yeah, I like her I guess" I want explosions in the sky That thunderous boom that reverberates for blocks the array of spark and color Illumination that captivates the eyes.
Is fireworks too much to ask In this, "You're an adult now?" world Is there no more magic left To dazzle when we first meet To consume the surrounding energy In a explosive fusion of simpatico Other needs ignored as we fuse
I want to be her fireworks I want to be the blinding shock of light That wows and captivates her eyes I want to walk and talk and laugh and cry I want to hurt when we have to go apart I want longing to measure the moments away
I am bored if not for fireworks Why bother with a boring rock Just because it is already laying nearby. I want a comet A conflagration hurling toward the earth. If she is not a shooting star Then what is there to chase?
Or I want nothing at all Life is awash already with love, passion, and light every time I open my eyes and look So if a me and a her is going to become a we I'm gazing out searching for colored washed skies I want fireworks.