The Day Before Christmas

Cherry

By TheShyAssassin

Mon, 23 Dec 2019
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I’d like to have sex
Tonight, but I won’t.
I’ll watch trash tv
Exhausted, alone.
 
But I will sleep warm.
Don’t cry at self pity.
My belly is full.
Don’t pity at crying.
 
Something is missing.
This day before Christmas.
Night falls as snowflakes.
Cold, white. And transient.
 
 
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Submitted by celticman on

happy sad. sad happy, sometimes we settle for the crappy. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm sure there are many people who understand the sentiments in your poem. It can be a time of expectations but also disappointments and discord. But the one thing we can rely on, is that we're not alone.

Thank you for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

I knew a girl who's husband watched TV during sex. There is no greater humiliation and actually she was quite attractive. She was the breadwinner too he didn't work. She had kids also. Life's a bitch.