The night is long and empty,
I stare at the chair beside me.
Memories flood through my mind,
I remember who you are--warm and kind.
'Twas the night before Christmas
When a fight is what ended us.
'Twas the morning of Christmas Eve,
A note from you I received.
You said, "I love you but you broke me,
I need to leave; I loved you faithfully."
I whispered, "You broke me but I love you,
Please don't leave, don't let go."
But it was too late, you're gone.
Nothing's needed to be done.
The story that was us is now a fiction,
A finished chapter, a forgotten option.
The night is long and empty,
I stare sadly at the Christmas tree.
Outside, the beautiful snow fall;
Like my misery, my tears flow.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
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PoesiaA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
