I remember it glistening.
That christmas tree was sickening.
Too much colour, way too bright,
I prefered the candle light.
Christmas songs around the room,
I could smell your cheap perfume.
The one I always said I'd hate
but your ex girl said "It's great!".
You didn't try to understand,
to hold my hand, to let me land.
I would tell you everyday
but you didn't want to stay.
You weren't listening and now
everything feels way too loud.
I don't want to sing no more.
I wish for the person I was before.
The happy girl, that liked the world
and didn't try to make you hurt.
The girl that loved and envied you
while trying to ignore what's true.
YOU ARE READING
Tales from my heart
PoetryThis will be a collection of lessons I learnt, poems I wrote and just some random thoughts I had. I'm from Germany so my English isn't the best but I'll try to make little to no spelling mistakes :] I also don't know how to use commas correctly so I...
