By Harshita Gupta
A beautiful incomplete dream OR a touching frigid breeze,
A discontented desire OR a flower left out to freeze,
Those destined unspoken words OR the rusty shades of the dusk,
The innate darkness of my heart OR the Christmas lights to seize,
Hush... You feel like December to me!
The thought of letting you go OR the leaves falling off,
The urge to hold you back Or the sunlight sneaking out,
Your thoughts turn my cheeks pink OR the weather turns my nose,
The desire to find you somewhere OR a Christmas present left with rose,
Hush... You feel like December to me!
The serenity of December mornings OR just a morning by your side,
Your face, your eyes, your nose, your smile hush, I have so much to hide,
The light makes the ice shine OR you make my eyes,
As your absence means more to me than a thousand wedding ties.
Yes.. You feel like December to me!
When I start to end us, it ends with you,
Like january to December to December to you,
The perpetuity of time OR the beauty of our story,
Like the light makes the ice shine OR you make my eyes,
Because yes... You feel like December to me!