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Xmas
How I hate Christmas
It comes every year
It's worse than thanksgiving or new year
How I hate Christmas
It brings such hopek
Only to lead you to a teary moat
How I hate Christmas
People take time to boast
And show there care for who gives the most
How I hate Christmas
It's lies golor
Everyone needs something they don't
How I hate Christmas
It brings me pain
For nommatter how hard I try it's never enough
How I hate Christmas
For I am so alone
Cring inside
But the reason I hate Christmas the most is I am still alive
It comes every year
It's worse than thanksgiving or new year
How I hate Christmas
It brings such hopek
Only to lead you to a teary moat
How I hate Christmas
People take time to boast
And show there care for who gives the most
How I hate Christmas
It's lies golor
Everyone needs something they don't
How I hate Christmas
It brings me pain
For nommatter how hard I try it's never enough
How I hate Christmas
For I am so alone
Cring inside
But the reason I hate Christmas the most is I am still alive
Published 25th Dec 2014
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3rd Jan 2015 4:07am
but the air is frigid cool and crisp
and stings like natures kiss upon thine lips
hate the gift
the tinsel and trees
distorted and tarnishid
if you please
but please don't hate christmas
if your alone reach out a hand or
pick up a phone
type us a poem
of your broken heart
turn your teardrops into art
bleed across the page
but don't hate christmas
friend see the beauty
in niavity
in joy that lingers
in glass hanging from trees
for all life is shallow
and all life is brief
- hope you didn't mind my poem and hope you feel better
and stings like natures kiss upon thine lips
hate the gift
the tinsel and trees
distorted and tarnishid
if you please
but please don't hate christmas
if your alone reach out a hand or
pick up a phone
type us a poem
of your broken heart
turn your teardrops into art
bleed across the page
but don't hate christmas
friend see the beauty
in niavity
in joy that lingers
in glass hanging from trees
for all life is shallow
and all life is brief
- hope you didn't mind my poem and hope you feel better
