last christmass i was down, so am i this christmass. any way, here's a poem:
A hundred ways and each in vain
And you’d never grasp the agonies
Of an old good friend
You have never felt the pain
It hurts…
It does, I swear
More than a wound, a blow
I’m off; today I close my eyes forever
Sorry my dear, it’s all talking nonsense
When you expect things on the other side
And I’m weeping my tears in vain
Yesterday I was down,
Brooding over a thousand unhappy things
My loneliness and your being away
Far and away
Overseas
Where birds fly the other way up
And I’m still here, locked up
Lonely, deep inside
The chocolate cake and the coffee
Make me sick
The vanilla ice cream gives me a blow
I do not smoke, neither drink
I try to sleep, but even that doesn’t work
Just a trick!
Listening to music
Unheard melodies
Unheard and unspoken agonies
Of the only one that matters
Always shut before my eyes
And you guess I’m having fun
Christmas time and the pine tree
Withered and empty
Christmas and the pile of snow
Playing with some fellows in the park
Gives me a blow
Christmas time and you’re away
Guess you never ever come back again
And I have to cherish my dreams in vain
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