What Can Compare to Christmas
What can compare to the feeling,
Of being surrounded by those you love,
Whilst singing Christmas carols,
And sharing mince pies?
When the stars appear in the sky,
And look like the lights on your tree,
What could be better than the knowledge,
That you live on the safest planet?
What could be more satisfying,
Than the red upon green,
Snow onto ground,
Dusk into dawn?
What can compare to the feeling,
Of the very next day,
When you are left alone,
To weep once again?
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⁜Blades Of Ink⁜
Poetry•°•~Someone once said to me that writing down my thoughts can help with my depressive negativity. They said that sharing it with the world can cure me.~•°• Highest ranking #760 in poetry
