You Gave Me Love Like Fireworks When I Needed Stars
When I love again, I don’t want a love of fireworks.
When I love again, I don’t want a love of fireworks.
My love for you was fireworks — a loud noise, a bright flash of light in the dark, a feeling of awe — and then nothing but a trace of smoke in the air.
It was insistent and distracting and as brief as a flash against the night sky — but not any less real, or any le…
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