Hollow Point

The image of fireworks filled the air.
I can't breathe, and it's really not fair.

A smile spreads across my face.
My heart is really beginning to race.

I look up at the moon, and my finger's start to twist and turn.
It's cold, and I I feel my heart start to yearn.

It's calling for your touch, it's calling for your kiss.
When I'm with you, my heart beats with bliss.

Our finger's fit together, so perfectly as one, my heart is so alone, it lets out silent cries.
I really hate when we say our goodbyes.

My finger's wonder to my lips where yours were set
How much more in love can a person get?

So pinch my wrist, make sure it's not a dream.
I think I love you more then it may seem.