What is that up there?
Up there on the ceiling?
With hollies and green leaves?
Is what I dread,
What I dread the most?
It stares at me mockingly,
Laughing at me,
Telling me how I do not have anyone.
Seeing all the couples on Christmas Eve, kissing under our so-called "tradition."
I do not understand why this came to be.
Why would we always have to follow this routine?
What if I do not want to follow it?
What if I just refuse to do it?
What if?
However, under all my hatred to that dumb plant with red hollies,
I have always wanted to be under it with someone in particular,
Someone that makes my stomach develop butterflies,
Someone who waits for me when everyone else walks away.
Yes, I have dreams about the time I finally get to kiss him,
And he is supposed to kiss me.
I desire to finally have the chance, where he has to kiss me,
Where he cannot protest,
But only feel awkward and stare.
Just stare.
What is that up there?
Up there on the ceiling?
With hollies and green leaves?
Is what I dread,
What I dread the most?
It stares at me mockingly,
Laughing at me,
Telling me how I do not have anyone.
Yet, he is here in front of me,
Gazing down at me with his gorgeous green eyes,
Twinkling from the bright moonlight.
His lips so close that I can land mine within a second.
I cannot resist him anymore.
Fortunately for me, the "tradition" is in my favour at this moment.
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Poetry of Life ✔
PoezjaHave you ever felt like you were lonely or an outcast? Did you ever feel like no one understands you or you just cannot figure out your mixed emotions? Have you had feelings hidden inside of you, waiting to come out? These poems express what is...
