Stocking full of chocolate.
And toys wrapped in bright paper
and stuck up under the tree.
Everyone seems to be happy.
Well, everyone
but me.
Tears roll down my cheeks because
you are not here
to share it with me.
I don't want the chocolate
I want to hear you complain
about you not having enough profit
to buy me what I wanted.
I want to hear you wake me up
On Christmas morning
and tell me
you love me
I want to ride around town
on the night before
and look and lights
That were put up the same way the year before.
But most of all
I want to hear you call me baby doll
I want to hear you call me Amanda, or Crystal.
I want to hear you say, "I love you."
Because no one means it
When they say it to me anymore.
YOU ARE READING
I Love You.
RandomHey girl, Girl up at 3am crying because you can't breath. I love you. Hey boy, At 6am. Crying because you have to go back to hell. I love you. "They say that writers are born with sadness in their bones;but I think every one is born with misery in t...
