Joy to the world as the season unfolds,
It brings all the hope and magic that Christmas tend to hold.
But regardless of how bright the lights on the trees are,
They failed to light the way back for a mind that wondered too far.
A heart that should be celebrating ,
Is void of the happy memories it should be creating.
The joy of giving is lost to someone not living ,
An existence it seems that's only existing.
Continously reaching for a heart that's resisting.
As snow falls, each flake in its own right unique,
They cover the path to happiness an abandoned heart seek
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Beautifully Broken
Poésie"A stab in my chest, I'm wounded but can't bleed. There is a loneliness inside of me, accompanied by a gnawing need".- Nick I write what I feel and sometimes I'm inspired. whatever the case these are all mine. I love words and poetry If there is...
