sparkling tinsel
and soft lights;
christmas eve is filled with bliss
your reflection in the ornaments,
old, and anew.
the answers to whispers
on rocking chairs and loveseats,
watching a digital fireplace
as white noise
whether alone
or surrounded by others.
the glistening white snow
smiles in your direction.
you can't help but smile back.
YOU ARE READING
-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
