The snowflakes came down,
Frantic children
whirling around, pushed around
trying to find their way home.

The night was cold,
the type of cold that snuck under all your coats and hats and scarves
and carved you out little by little,
Slowly,
seeping into your bones.

But as he stood there, amidst
All the fury of the winds,
the mischevious tickles of the playful snow,
All he felt was warmth,
and he smiled.

Things have changed,
we have changed,
innovating oursleves to better
understand each other and
help each other learn and
Love.

An uproar around the station
filled the air,
plummeting all the death that stank the room,
and killed all that had seem to
be ****** and murderous all before.

The smiles that broke onto their faces,
and the shattering applause that
Enveloped the room
only further heightened the joy that seemed to permeate the room,
striking all the sorrows at heart
with nothing but a simple smile.

"maybe it'll feel like christmas this year,"
i say, time and time again

it's been a year and i still feel the emptiness
the chills up my spine when i hear your name
the coldness of my heart that dropped ten degrees more than it is outside

a present, a kiss, a simple greeting
what does it take to make a holiday happy?

i don't want your ******* pity
i want to be remembered
as something more than just nothing to you

what a tragic love story, a depressing tale  
especially on christmas day
what gift could be any worse
than a broken heart?