Sparklers

Love is like a sparkler on the fourth of July.

Something to complement the eccentricity

An overjoy that stays throughout its entire spark.

You and your friends gather around

Stare at the marvel of science

As big bombast fills the nighttime air.

Lust is like a sparkler on any other day.

Your heart warms with childish glee

As you see that spark burst out

You try to find others to share, but everyone is busy

As the light begins to dim, so does your attwntiveness

You discard the stick on the cold pavement

Wondering why you even bothered

And you more than likely try to use one more than once, in hopes that perhaps the next time will capture your soul just like on the fourth of July

But it never will.