Cold Cold December.
Nothing good from you that I can remember.
I've been trading shots with the Devil.
Trying to stay warm when the cold darkness comes around.
All that lived begins to die.
Only to begin again after the brutal winter wind.
Each year your miserable ass makes me cry.
It just keeps on going and I don't know why.
Your constant misery is consuming the good in me.
Cursed winter won't you let me be.
Oh Lord I am awaiting that sweet January day.
Cold Cold December.
I won't say goodbye..
Cos next year I will have to look you in the eye.
©budmac38
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