It's already Christmas and here I am, at the corner of a dark room, eyes closed and heart beating so loud. I was thinking of the greatest present to give to you— and I've already thought about that a hundred times. My gift for you this Christmas? Your happiness and freedom. Even though I know you'll gift me loneliness and a heartache. I think it is what you want for Christmas, right?
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Of My Silent Cries
Poetrywasting my ink and all those crumpled papers for you
