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.
With an angry look, he set it down with ease;
Then walked up to my chimney, and squeezed his nose.
I'll never forget the obese man in red;
I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
I don't believe in taking excess risks,
But a person can be excessively careful, too.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
