It's the most beautiful time of the year. Or at least that's what they say, but their reason of this being so is the lights, the snow, the ho-ho-ho, and so much more. My only reason for this being the most wonderful time of the year is you. Your wavy, but sometimes straight, silky blonde hair, the green eyes that always seem to have a gleam to them, that ambition you always have. Every little thing about you is absolutely perfect. I'd like to think you feel the same way about me, but I may never know. I still remember the day we met. It was snowing outside, and you were ice skating with your friends while I was with mine across the rink. I was shy, and i admit it was you who made the first move, but I soon caught on as well. And I'm glad I did. My life wouldn't be the same without you. There would be no "beautiful time of the year". Remember I used to hate this season, yet that was way before you. And when I fell in love with this time of year, the reason was simply because I fell in love with you.
T.R.
A/N: hii everyone, so I'm not so sure if I love this one (I'm not that good at writing about things that make me happy. Oh haha a quote from if I stay) but I tried making it from a male perspective and since it's the holiday season idk how that turned out, but please let me know what you think and give me ideas on a subject to write about for the next poem. Thanks! 😊
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Poetic Venom.
ПоезіяHere lies the the unconditional love you have for him, the jealousy towards her, the secrets you haven't told, the friendships you thought would never end, the fantasies and dreams you wanted to come true, and the pain caused by society. This is you...
