Tomorrow more than any other day, my heart will yearn in every way.
My soul will ache with need for you, for all you bring, all you do.
They tell us tis the season to be jolly, tis not to me, tis the season of folly.
For I live in falsely built decore, always wishing for you, for more.
So Santa can call his ho ho hoes, but I cant wait for the echoes to go.
Christmas is hell without the one I love.
Wine, women and song.
Bars filled with the festive throng.
Girls flirting, guys trying to impress.
All trying their very best.
For no-one wants to be alone.
No-one wants an empty home.
Especially at this time of year.
This season of good will and cheer.
So I wish them all the best of luck.
I hope they find more than a drunken fuck.
I hope they find a love like me.
A love like the love from my Beauty.
I know it’s early but merry Christmas my Beauty… Merry Christmas WordPress.