it's the eve of christmas eve,
tomorrow was suppose to be
when you and i celebrated christmas.
we were suppose to decorate the tree,
listen to christmas movies and maybe
put on the grinch afterwards.
instead, the next two days i'll be around
my family without you there.
even though i'll be surrounded by people,
i can already feel the cold bitterness
in my soul of being alone.
no matter how many people surround me,
laughing and singing...
it won't bring me peace.
it'll only make me wish you were here
even more than i've ever wanted you before.
YOU ARE READING
The Night The Stars Went Out
Poetrya book of poetry about love and the grieving of losing that love. i am writing this as i learn to heal through the breakup and heartbreak of losing the one person i loved. this is a book of vulnerability, sadness but also strength. you are heard, yo...
