The days are short, darkness comes early
A shivering cold bites through my body
I trudge on, moving towards the lights
Of the tree with a bell on top
I yearn to see your face
And hear you say my name again
But until that day, i hold your memory
In my heart
Love,
Your SO
- Author: HastyLT ( Offline)
- Published: December 14th, 2021 20:29
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
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