Welcome Visitor: 
just how my christmas are. every year since i was 8.
so yeah. enjoy.
Submitted:Dec 12, 2012 Reads: 4 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
the holidays are coming,
the holidays are near,
all that i am missing, is that silly christmas cheer.
candles lite,
and christmas trees,
those childish things have come to seize.
stockings hung up,
holly reefs on doors,
my christmas cannot be, what about yours?
| 
Email this Poetry
| 
Add to reading list
 |
Add to Reading List |
 |
Become a fan |
 |
Email It |
|
|
| Generate eBook | |
Share on Other Sites: |
|
Other writing by sweet agony xo i haye everyone, they're so immature a heart as deep as the ocean. hide inside my headphones a thousand tears paid for with one slit holding onto a nightmare. her silence....
Poetry, Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, About, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Hate, Hope, Romance, Sadness, Dark, Loss, Lost, God, My, You, Girl, Alone, Broken, Suicide, Me, Fear, Friendship, Nature, Time, Friends, Anger, Joy, Tears, Family, Dream