Cheerful This December

Cheerful This December

Cheerful this lazy December
Taste of your lips remembered
Blue in your eyes always rendered
Just beyond my reach you hover.

Taxing - love when it starts again
Pretty - my heart pursues this dame
Catch me when you can – the game
Bruised when it ends – always the same.

Cheerful this lazy December
Taste of your lips remembered
Blue in your eyes always rendered
Just beyond my reach you hover.

Guitar strums, sometimes it’s June
A melody caught, sung the tune
Words always not right, too soon
Dark comes, I whisper unto the moon.

Cheerful this lazy December
Taste of your lips remembered
Blue in your eyes always rendered
Just beyond my reach you hover.

Another year, come and gone, welcomes and byes
Long days, short nights, short days, sharps nights
The melody in the everyday, neon pretty was your light
You are too hard to forget, I too shy another love to try.

Cheerful this lazy December
Taste of your lips remembered
Blue in your eyes always rendered
Just beyond my reach you hover.

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