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Christmas was coming and sooner than not
There was lists to be made and gifts to be bought
Nothing real special, since money was low
But something from Santa with a beard white as snow
Jewellery, not likely, a book, not this year
The gift for this Christmas would be real sincere
Not handmade, or tacky like a plastic gift card
Like the one I got last year, to put a pond in my yard
This gift must be special, one to tick all the squares
To show thought was given, to show that I care
Not clothing, not music, maybe something from France
Nope....I did that last Christmas with those real, bad, tight pants
A photo, would do it, that would be the right gift
The picture would surely give their heart quite a lift
Now, which photo would do it, which one should I use
With so many to look at it was real tough to choose
I went down to the basement and went deep in the box
You know the one that I speak of, the one with brass locks
After hours of searching through the musty old crate
I found just the picture and I thought it was great
It was a photo of...sorry, I can't tell you what
It's a Don't Open Till Christmas type photo...with thought.
If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more

I know you want to be with me
And I want to be with you
But, box up all your past mistakes
And you know what you can do

I've room to house all sorts of things
My cupboards are all bare
But, baggage like you're carrying
It's not stuff I want to share

If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more

I went through hell a thousand times
Packed a bag inside my mind
for every failed relationship
And times I was caught blind

I want to have you in my life
And share our hopes and dreams
But, pack those bags up in your mind
And help deafen out the screams

If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more

Whatever you did long before
Or even just last week
I don't need it here inside
I don't want to hear it speak

I've room for things..material
Like books and clothes and more
But if you bring bags of emotions
Then you'll not get past my door

If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more
 Sep 2012 Catie
Seth Cruz
Moments sweeten  with time,
as they age into memories...
Into the cellar of my mind once more,
where I meet you again
but with a heart of gold.

We part again
as I taste the bitterness of my reality.
Only to meet it once more...
with a heart of gold.
Just a kiss
that's all I need
to show me how you feel

A simple kiss
And nothing more
will show me this is real

I've got this feeling
and I know you do
That our souls are as one
But you know what
I need from you
Just one kiss before we're done

I need a kiss
And nothing more
To prove you love me true

Just one small kiss
Is all I ask
To make me one with you

I've got this feeling
and I know you do
That our souls are as one
But you know what
I need from you
Just one kiss before we're done

I see your eyes
They tell me yes
But your lips must seal the deal

To make my heart
Be one with yours
And show me love is real

I've got this feeling
and I know you do
That our souls are as one
But you know what
I need from you
Just one kiss before we're done

I'll never ask
Another one
For something such as this

For you're my one
and only one
And you just proved it with a kiss
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