Christmas
Christmas was warm when
I sat by the fire
In grandma's sweater
with hot choco in hand.
It was warmer
When she sat with me
and gave me a piece of cookie.
Forty eight
JE LEEST
Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoëzieIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
