Thursday, November 6, 2014

You Make It Real

I was laying my head on my mother's lap
as we both watched the lights flicker
across the branches of our Christmas tree;
when sweet memories of Christmas past
lit this welcoming warmth inside of me.
"Just like how it used to," I thought happily.

Enchanted by the dance created
by those flickering lights, I found my imagination 
wandering into somewhere new.
There, I suddenly saw a scene of me and you, 
in front of a Christmas tree, 
with my head on your lap, or yours on mine -
either way would be fine, as long as it's you
I wouldn't mind.

"Just like how it might be," I wished hopefully.

This vision of us caught me off guard
as it turned this warmth I feel
into a burning need that could only be sated 
once you're here.

Everybody's talking in words I don't understand
You got to be the only one who knows just who I am
You're shining in the distance, I hope I can make it through
' cause the only place that I want to be
is right back home with you.

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