Oh you were that Polar Express
That relieved everyone of stress
Whistling through shady snow
You never let any being feel low
Bringing that eternal happiness
You helped to forget all the mess
Making your way through night
You always sparkled oh so bright
Ringing those little cheerful bells
You sprinkled water by dry wells
Giving the most enchanting ride
You never let the shy magic hide
Coloring North Pole in spotlights
You painted life at insane heights
While me? I was dipped in deep
Hiding in shades to silently weep
Being that lost 'n' wandering soul
I survived on your smiles, I stole
Listening to your echoin' whistles
I soothed my ever achin' bristles
Your magic was fascinatingly free
But I was staying away from spree
Feeling cold sneak into my bones
I let you travel several time zones
Oh everyone reveled in your glee
Wondering about my so lost flee
But they could never understand
We could never set hand in hand
You, the Polar Express, ever seen
While I was a broken...
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submarine
Author's Note
This is such a random poem, I don't know why I typed it in the first place. :/ But..it's okay. I don't mind. :')
I know it's trash but trash can always be..
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Recycled. :)
Much Love xX
Hazel *-*
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