What are the odds your dreams become real, he pondered
The way you take cold dark and turn it into candy cane
The sky alit like holy Christmas
You are New York City
Got the sparkle in your eye
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Dying. But I think he still loves me in any timeline. Or state of mind.
Just wish the here and now. 🤪
Sending you warm, holiday spirits through the wire 🎄🎄🎄
Thanks for checking out my blog! More poetry incoming!