This is pathetic,Your insincere show of jolliness and cheer.
Your ease in pretending everything is fine, makes you an inciter of fear.
No tree to put no gifts under in this house. No love to share with only you here.
Kat Green
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This is pathetic,Your insincere show of jolliness and cheer.
Your ease in pretending everything is fine, makes you an inciter of fear.
No tree to put no gifts under in this house. No love to share with only you here.
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love_supreme says: Wow, this is real. Merry Christmas. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Kat Green
Words from a Hurt LoverLook at us. You hold all fault And don't kiss me with lips so soft that only spew filthy liesYour obviously not content with the image I present in your eyesI just want to be enough for youAnd if I'm not.. then I don't want another touch from you |
Christmas with no LoveThis is pathetic,Your insincere show of jolliness and cheer. Your ease in pretending everything is fine, makes you an inciter of fear. No tree to put no gifts under in this house. No love to share with only you here. |