Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
He ate all my cookies,
Drank all my milk;
He had heavy boots,
And a coat made of silk.
Over his back he carried the toys;
Some of them, a lot of them, even made noise.
He smelled like fresh, tobacco smoke;
He gave my favorite tree an irritated poke.
A grumpy look came upon his face;
This guy is crazy, and I bet he carries a mace.
He reached into his bag, so I thought for gold,
But out he pulled, a big lump of coal.
I'll never forget the obese man in red;
I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.
My Crush....
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
Words Can't Describe Feelings
Words simply can't describe
Inner Peace In Life
The wind whistles past my ears.
What's Love ?
What is love?
Something Like A Memory
Raindrops on window panes
Forgiveness Is Precious
Some people view forgiveness,
Lost Love..
I still love you.
The Best Meaning Of Life
The Years have passed by,
Your Wounds
Time doesn’t heal wounds
A Friend Is Backbone
A friend is a person
