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It was the 24th of cold December
Snow was outpouring the best in me,
Standing beside the lightpost, I am
Waiting for nothing behind.
And then the flakes touched my pale hands
And fell onto my black coat
I wanted to cry
But I can't find the reason why
Let me just walk home instead
I might find a new love in reading threads
Or by just simply recalling the book I have read
Goodbye snow, I'll isolate myself on my bed.
So as I walk down the road
I saw a manly figure standing so straight
"Is that a post?" I thought
But as I get closer, I realized it isn't.
"Hey" I said.
"Hey" you said.
Stop being silent.
I might sing Jingle Bells in no time
Do you want me to call Santa Claus?
How about the red - nosed reindeer?
Your eyebrows knitted as I interfere,
I'm sorry, I just want to answer my thoughts.
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12.24.2017
YOU ARE READING
Dazzles And Flakes
PoetryHer bleeding words on a winter night. Memories that are bound to be remembered but meant to be destroyed- forever.
