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Let’s pretend it’s Christmas
so the joy of flashing lights
and the star-shaped lanterns
glistening in the sky.
Hanging from the old oak tree,
the wind blows heavy but the strings
is capable of holding onto the stars.
I’ve made some wrong choices
in my life that I’d rather kept hidden.
Because the world thinks of me
as the wrong kind of girl
who wanted nothing more
than to be loved by someone.
Let’s pretend it’s Christmas
while we bathe in cliffside pools
and wander around the city
looking for something new to do.
It won’t snow in July
but I’m sure August will be brighter
than it should have been.
I wonder where I’ll be come December.
Will I find hope in dark places
or will I find shelter in the warmth
of the glowing yellow sun?
I wish pretending was easy
when you’ve grown since people
dealt an ace out from their sleeves.
Let’s pretend it’s Christmas.
Joy was easy to come across
when everything is jolly and bright.
Star-shaped lanterns hanging
from the ceiling as carolers sang their song.