I lost her in December
And her name was December
Life before her,
I can’t remember.
As pure as the driven snow
With fiery red hair that could melt that snow
So beautiful was that girl
I wouldn’t have traded her for anything in the world.
December, December
Where have you gone?
You’ve left the bells to sing your song
And it breaks my heart
That we had to part.
The seasons aren’t the same without you.
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The End Of The World
PoetryJust a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. I can't promise they'll be good.