41. Christmas Memories
It's such a warming feeling
Being surrounded by Christmas
Expectation fills the air.
The sparkle, the glitter
It's such a warming feeling
Being surrounded by Christmas
Expectation fills the air.
The sparkle, the glitter
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Why?
Why can't people see the real me?
I try so hard to be the perfect person I can be.
Sure I'm young, quiet and shy.
I love this poem! I really feel you writer!
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Do I dare let you in
the garden inside me,
The sparrows are dead their tunes left unsung,
Dying waiting to be set free,