Have we met before,
Were you a bump in the road,
Just maybe not,
It's time to go,
Everything your going to spout,
I already know.
I didn't sit there,
But maybe I did and it went unsung,
You were going to shout,
So I hid under your tongue,
The winter appeared,
Celestial coordinates to the sun.
I seen fire next to your mascara,
I reach for a lighter,
Set of a sparkler and it started,
I knew we'd never be parted.
A fool and you and certainty,
On a backdrop of fireworks certainly.
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