December


It’s the cold-odd weather
It’s the happiness
It’s Chritsmas
It’s a fantasy when I wake up in the morning
It’s not Santa’s there, he’s not
It’s breaking
It’s fragile
It’s my heart
It’s you
It’s a bird
It’s a dew
It’s my dream
It’s
It is. . yes, it is.

Please don’t fade away. . .
Please stay a while
Please, they’re no longer available in my though
Please, let me to get it right
Please, show me how wonderful who you are
Please,,, don’t go…
The times goes down.
Times up.
Don’t wanna walk in regret.
Please, be mine. .

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