The day was bright like wash on the line,
Cold like an ice cream headache,
Crowded like a jar of jellybeans.
He has forgotten me like an overdue bill.
His mom is as giggly as a girl on prom night.
My house is messy as the inside of a pumpkin.
Christmas Eve was empty like the endpapers of a book.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
The day was bright like wash on the line,
Cold like an ice cream headache,
Crowded like a jar of jellybeans.
He has forgotten me like an overdue bill.
His mom is as giggly as a girl on prom night.
My house is messy as the inside of a pumpkin.
Christmas Eve was empty like the endpapers of a book.
