The holiday

The smell of the holidays the swift smell of soft cookies and the draft of the cold air from the outdoor the laughter of children the bliss they feel while singing Joy Bells ringing oh how we miss this but it was the unquestionable doubt of the future the inevitable we did not foreshadow this us being kids we were so shallow with this familiarity of the holidays we never question warily we had something special great a perpetual sorta love unmanageable no matter what anyone said to us we were applicable though only in our eyes different in more ways than one the days creeping from behind we were blinded intimacy was haste intricacy followed the trails of this undesired love of our peers we did what we could till it was done I called it a means to an end we knew this was destined but was it but we knew we were special vessels in each others lives but did we we seen as the weather changed from thanksgiving to christmas clasping onto each other not only gasping but inhaling till we exhaled no longer grasping onto the hope what am i saying this whole poem i made sane if only what i wrote was true we weren't the ones blinded it was only you i tempted with the idea of love and you fell your gift from me to you this holiday a gift not even time could tell the mysteries of the spell love not founded by the words above but pieced in the oddest of abstract