Well, it’s Christmas tomorrow. I had to write something that left you smiling. I hope you like this, and if you do, maybe comment a lot? Also, share a lot. Just takes a button. Also, tell me about your happiest memory. Anyway, enjoy! Merry Christmas and Happy holidays!
In a line of poets that can break your hearts and numb your skin, of course you would prefer the one that makes you feel happy. Consider this your rebound poem. Do you remember what your happiest day was like? For me, it was probably the day I wrote poetry. The first draft was awful but it had something very important in it. It had a lot of me. When I made a friend read it, I had the widest grin ever. I wrote a letter to a stranger once and had an envelope smile on my face as every word I wrote made him less of a stranger. I love oceans. They’re like puppies to me wagging their tail-like waves running to me as I walk closer to them. That reminds me, I love puppies. I held my first pet in my arms like a newborn. Maybe my smile will finish this poem for me.
“We are like a snowflake. All different in our own little way.” – Unknown
She wasn’t the perfect six-fold symmetry crystal. She had four white feathers spread throughout unevenly. She wasn’t a Polaroid. But she was what made you believe that you could be beautiful anyway. So when she walked towards him wearing a dress with flip-flops, no mascara and a messy bun, he fell in love. That was it. Love at first sight or whatever. He saw her and he just did. She was beautiful. She had small eyes, and a wide smile. She walked with heavy strides but her touch was soft. She was a beautiful paradox wrapped in glitter that spread.
He was the ice crystal that you see in the pictures. Perfectly symmetrical and totally adorable. He had messy hair, the kind you want to play with. And deep eyes that you could look into and feel alive. His voice was music. He was the kind of guy that would hold the door open for you. He was perfect, really. Except he wasn’t for her. He had the perfect walk, and the right jokes up his sleeves, and long drives waiting for her. But it wasn’t it. He was the six-fold, and she wasn’t. Heart-break took a feather off, maybe.
It was a six-fold. Because you know, dogs always are. So when I picked him up, and cradled him like a baby for the first time, I couldn’t help but name him Snow. “Woof”
A small letter for Santa from me. I have been naughty and it was worth it.
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