December 29, 2015


December, I know now why she didn't want you,
you were always sweet to me but not to many others,
perhaps the make belive part was hard for them,
and suddenly all the bright lights are dim,
and all the "joy to the world" seems fake,
how do we keep it up when we live as we live,
when we see all that we see.

December, this time you crashed into us all,
no one was prepared,
and although you have your peaks, 
you have the lowest lows,
and I don't know if a happy new year will make it up.

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