christmas,
without
you
is like house with
out a roof.
its different,
the bustle,
and hustle,
isnt the same
and your appearance
is something i long for.
i hid it well,
for nobody knows
like everytime i think of
a memory of my past
with you in it,
i break all over again.
i cried once in front
of my family.
but i cry many more
this christmas season
as im stuck in a rut
with my mom two
states away,
and myself here.
i hate the fact that
people are laughing
and i have to act like it
doesn't bother me.
christmas eve,
is a time of happy
but not with you
missing.
- zmh
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the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
