I don't know what I did to make you upset,
but I hope I can fix it.
The last time we spoke without such tension,
Was so long ago I can hardly remember.
I'm not feeling any 'Christmas Spirit'
Which is strange, because you seem so happy when I'm not around
Singing, and dancing with the others that you know
Hey, I think you might've forgotten me somehow
Maybe that's just me.
Maybe I'm just overthinking.
Maybe I'm just tired,
Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough to make you happy
But that can't be the case,
I've tried hard enough
More than you at least.
I know that for sure
I'm not feeling any 'Christmas Spirit'
And I can sense that you don't either
Although, I find it odd, then, that you're still so enthusiastic
Seeming to find joy in my absence
Don't you miss us?
'Cause I miss us
And I'm not feeling any 'Christmas Spirit'
Why do you suppose that is?
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Words That I Keep To Myself
PoetryThis book is filled with words that I keep to myself. Thoughts that run, wild, through my head. Ideas that I want to let out. Messy feelings that I dress up with pretty words and fancy titles. Intricate meanings behind even the smallest stanza. Thes...
