Jingle bell rock
Jingle bell not
Here comes my favourite time of the year,
And ironically, though it's my favourite,
It's also the loneliest time of the year,
No one to hold me tight throughout the cold,
Not a lover insight to kiss under the mistletoe,
Santa tell me if you're really there.
When will I spend Christmas with my dear, and not the reindeers?
The Christmas lights flicker the colour of the rainbow.
The Christmas lights beam so bright,
On this cold December night,
My depression comes alive and kills my pride,
I'm desperate and anxious,
As I long to experience Christmas with you (someone) by my side,
I guess what Mariah says is true,
All I want for Christmas is you.
- Lavender -
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Lavender's Mimosa: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryLavender's Mimosa explores the journey of the self. Where the persona experiences a whirlwind of emotions whether it be anger, resentment, wishful thinking, love, heartbreak, deceit and plain right just the overarching theme of sadness. The persona...
