The letters of your name hug the lines
With such a delicate balance
Disrupt by zig-zagged ink
Cross you out like a canvas stained
But I pencil you in again
And pull another petal from the stem.
She loves me, she loves me not
A scribbled page is all I've got.
Your fireworks send signals and explode
With brilliant colors, suspended as the glow
For just a moment before they fall and break apart
I'm left with bottle rockets, some matches to make a spark.
But what if this bottle rocket sails high in the sky?
Climbs into space as the world tries to bring it down
As it descends into orbit and keeps going around?
Would you hold your breathe as you watch it from the ground?
