A burnt out Christmas light hangs from its treeBoxes of purchased affection sit quietly,
Tarnished and worn ornaments don the branches
And frames of lost Decembers decorate the mantles
Ironic photographs of brightly shining smiles
Display distant memories to clutter a thousand miles
A burnt out Christmas light hangs from its tree
While old tinsel clings to needles dejectedly
Reflecting the dim lights of holidays past
Inside a small girl’s eyes the shadows are cast
A burnt out Christmas light hangs from its tree
And clutches a string of beacons glowing wretchedly
A girl turned woman, with a tear in her throat
Swallows the memories of a soft winter coat.
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