The holidays are the worst time of the year,
Around the same time every year I get hauntings during the holidays,
Hauntings of those who are no longer around,
But at least to the naked eye they are not around in spirit they are in fact here,
Along with the memories,
I miss them all so much it is all I think about and sometimes it makes me just want to lay in bed,
The thing I wish for every christmas is to have you back just one more time but I know that wish is not real enough to come true,
I tell stories of you every season sometimes I swear people start to hate me,
But around this time it's the only thing that seems to help cope with the harsh reality that is you are truly gone,
It drives me mentally insane you will remain my heart until the day that I die and after that too,
The hauntings are so bad that there are nights I cannot put my head down and rest,
All I think about is what you would think is best,
To be loved by someone like you was a dream come true,
But now your gone so I guess hantings will have to do.....
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems from my feelings and every day life, emotions, past and so forth. Read as you want and tell me your thoughts!
