COLD CHRISTMAS
Christmas Eve was always chilly
As chilly as your love for me
I felt the breeze down in my knees,
Crying, and trembling, my Christmas is always like this
Oh, when will my Christmas be happy?
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100 Verse of Unspoken Words (Published on Amazon)
PoetrySo many words to say, many words wants to utter, but no ways to say them. So I just write it all the words I can't express because sometimes words are better left unsaid than to say how you truly feel and make things worse. This poetry is a free ve...
