I wrapped myself in the very brightest,
Colors sparkling in yellow green and red,
Wishing you'd clutch me to you the tightest,
Daring to dream of Christmases ahead.
I waited for you underneath the tree
Anticipating the warmth of your hands.
With love in my heart I thought naively
That opening me last was part of your plans,
But you walked right by me without a glance
And I heard your laughter from the next room.
I mounted mistletoe, but our romance
Was traded for this frigid, bitter gloom.
I was a beautiful present for you
And offered myself, but what did you do?
Nice Metaphors
a sad holiday write - fyi, when I see an incredibly beautiful and attractive guy, I say, "I'd like to have one of THOSE under my Christmas tree." It's a coping mechanism. :D - Stella
Thank you.
Thank you for reading and for sharing, Stella. I hope we both soon have what our hearts long for.