CHRISTMAS WILL ALWAYS THE SEASON, ALWAY BE MY TIME FOR GIVING
BUT WITHOUT YOU HERE ITS LIKE IT SEEMS HARD FOR ME WORTH LIVING

I MISS THOSE WONDERFUL MEMORIES, I WONDER HOW LONG IT WUD LAST
NOW UR JUST A MEMORY, THAT SCARS MY MIND, A BLAST FROM THE PAST

I MISS WHEN WE USE TO TALK ON THE PHONE FOREVER IN THE WEE HOURS
NOW IM LIKE SAMSON BALD, SUPERMAN OLD, ITS LIKE I LOST MY POWERS

MY MIND OPENS A PICTURE OF US TOGETHER AND GIVES ME A TEAR
IT DRAWS UP A POSTCARD WHICH SAYS I WISH U WERE HERE

IM WRITING THIS POEM WITH ALL THE REGRET, SORROW AND PAIN THAT BUILDS
MY HEART WILL NEVER ACCOMMODATE SOMEONE ELSE, ITS U THAT IT FILLS

WHEREVER U ARE OUT THERE, JUST GIMMI A CALL SHOW MI A SIGN
I MISS U EVERYDAY BUT MOSTLY AT CHRISTMAS TIME





-- Edited by gamepun on Friday 25th of December 2009 10:01:20 AM