Are like fireworks. In a way…
And like poetry…
Because when I see them,
I am reminded of the time
I once watched a fireworks show from my front porch (on the Fourth of July)
I could say it was pretty,
but I wont. I don’t know if that’s true.
I will say I felt so many emotions well from within
that I had to write a poem
Describing it as colored diamonds, lighting the darkness, bursting forth and then crumbling back
or some shit.
Before I decided those emotions were too girly to be printed
And I threw my poetry in the trash.
That is why when I look at the stars now,
they are like fireworks.
Except stars do not go away.