I wanted you home for Christmas.
I wanted you hear with me.
I could forgive the last month of sleeping alone but not this night you left me.
I’m your wife, your helper
You could stuff my stocking
Instead you’re working
And I’m alone.
These last months have been the loneliest I’ve ever known.
No love you’ve shown.
It couldn’t been for us to finally be together.
Skin on skin against the wall
Or tease me with a feather.
But I’m stuck watching people live my life online.
And touching myself wishing I felt
good enough to call you mine.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
I wanted you home for Christmas.
I wanted you hear with me.
I could forgive the last month of sleeping alone but not this night you left me.
I’m your wife, your helper
You could stuff my stocking
Instead you’re working
And I’m alone.
These last months have been the loneliest I’ve ever known.
No love you’ve shown.
It couldn’t been for us to finally be together.
Skin on skin against the wall
Or tease me with a feather.
But I’m stuck watching people live my life online.
And touching myself wishing I felt
good enough to call you mine.
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