You were jovial,
Effortlessly happy and
Forever wanting.
I was Christmas morning,
A time so covered in lights and bows
That even darkness gets gift-wrapped.
It hides behind frames
Made empty by time
And beneath the hats of red-clad alcoholics
Making empty promises
To wide-eyed little strangers who swear...
They've been extra good this year.
A reprieve so emotive
That it could only ever be temporary.
Like the love for that toy you begged for for months
And only played with for five minutes.
A memory so fond it hurts.
Thrown into the back of your mind
With all the other lost toys.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
You were jovial,
Effortlessly happy and
Forever wanting.
I was Christmas morning,
A time so covered in lights and bows
That even darkness gets gift-wrapped.
It hides behind frames
Made empty by time
And beneath the hats of red-clad alcoholics
Making empty promises
To wide-eyed little strangers who swear...
They've been extra good this year.
A reprieve so emotive
That it could only ever be temporary.
Like the love for that toy you begged for for months
And only played with for five minutes.
A memory so fond it hurts.
Thrown into the back of your mind
With all the other lost toys.
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