The day started at quarter to 7, am...
I did not feel like getting up
For the week before had shown me the joys of sleeping in;
but this day was different, this day was
Christmas
Until this moment the break had been fulled
with happiness, love & the Gerber's cookies
now tho, that had all changed, now it was
different
like the dark thunder storms that roll across
the ocean skies, so too did my heart darken
to a deep empty black
even the moon did not shine that morn'
with 'its light' that it only steals from the sun.
I hate waking up early...
even for presents
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 11:14 PM UTC
The day started at quarter to 7, am...
I did not feel like getting up
For the week before had shown me the joys of sleeping in;
but this day was different, this day was
Christmas
Until this moment the break had been fulled
with happiness, love & the Gerber's cookies
now tho, that had all changed, now it was
different
like the dark thunder storms that roll across
the ocean skies, so too did my heart darken
to a deep empty black
even the moon did not shine that morn'
with 'its light' that it only steals from the sun.
I hate waking up early...
even for presents
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