Merry Christmas.
Those two words are what everyone tells me
That Christmas is a happy time of the year.
Then explain to me why I always cry
Year after year, day after day
Why is Christmas such a hard time for me?
I suppose it's like my mom says
When she yells at our Christmas tree.
"The dumb Christmas lights are broken."
just like me.
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Dark Lights
Poetry~ 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 ~ Everyone thinks of lights in the dark. Good things to see into. But not every opportunity, not every light is good. That's the point of dark lights. "Nothing can dim a light. Lights shine from within into the dark. But so...
