Oh you were that Polar Express
That relieved everyone of stress

Whistling through shady snow
You never let any being feel low

Bringing that eternal happiness
You helped to forget all the mess

Making your way through night
You always sparkled oh so bright

Ringing those little cheerful bells
You sprinkled water by dry wells

Giving the most enchanting ride
You never let the shy magic hide

Coloring North Pole in spotlights
You painted life at insane heights

While me? I was dipped in deep
Hiding in shades to silently weep

Being that lost 'n' wandering soul
I survived on your smiles, I stole

Listening to your echoin' whistles
I soothed my ever achin' bristles

Your magic was fascinatingly free
But I was staying away from spree

Feeling cold sneak into my bones
I let you travel several time zones

Oh everyone reveled in your glee
Wondering about my so lost flee

But they could never understand
We could never set hand in hand

You, the Polar Express, ever seen
While I was a broken...
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submarine

Author's Note

This is such a random poem, I don't know why I typed it in the first place. :/ But..it's okay. I don't mind. :')

I know it's trash but trash can always be..
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Recycled. :)

Much Love xX
Hazel *-*