I drove to see you
but you were gone.
It's cold as ****
even with all those lights...
I wish I was at home where
the cat becomes 'that fuckn cat'.
And the tree
embraces
the
Angel atop,
as the critter scurries up the limb.
Ornaments are broken and so are hearts.
It's whiskey and candy canes
and a long walk home.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
I drove to see you
but you were gone.
It's cold as ****
even with all those lights...
I wish I was at home where
the cat becomes 'that fuckn cat'.
And the tree
embraces
the
Angel atop,
as the critter scurries up the limb.
Ornaments are broken and so are hearts.
It's whiskey and candy canes
and a long walk home.
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