By: Kamil Long
Yesterday, I said "tomorrow will be better"
I must have been wrong, because tomorrow never came.
The days never got better, they just dragged me down.
Day after day my hopes fell until I barely hoped at all.
The pain that rips and tears at my chest,
The hole that bleeds where my heart use to be,
The mind numbing pain that comes everyday when I think about you,
Falling to the floor, I gasp, hugging myself tightly,
Attempting to keep myself form falling to pieces.
Pain ripples through my body tearing me apart.
I refuse to think your name,
I desperately block out thoughts that could lead to you.
I try to hold myself together.
Was it all a dream?
Where you ever real at all?
I'm almost sure you were,
I'm almost sure you weren't.
Until I see you again, until you return to me,
I have nothing to gain or loose,
My life is meaningless without you.
Why did I ever make that stupid promise?
You left forever,
Please, please come back to me!
I want to be good enough for you
I had wished to join you
To live with you forever,
And for that very reason,
For that little glimmer of hope,
That I foolishly hold on to,
To see you again,
In all your God-like beauty and grace
I will remain here,
Waiting for you-
In yesterdays tomorrow.
Red and black exchanged for red and green,
A mallet exchanged for a bat with peppermint stripes.
She's ready to play.
She's anything but clean,
With her Brooklyn windpipes.
But her only present will be a hit,
Placed right on her jaw.
Poor Harley's Christmas Tree is Ivy with lights.
Pammy does't like it.
And Selina wants to swipe him with her claw,
But Harley hates those kinds of fights.
But this Christmas brings a special surprise-
The latest Robin, wrapped and strung up high.
"Just for you, pooh." The Joker says with a smile
Harley can't believe it-
She's hit the jackpot!
The only thing better is Puddin' confessing on the spot!
And the clown knows what he's done,
And for once, it's not just a 'little fun'.
He's a little more sincere this year.
Merry Christmas Harley Quinn.
She picked up the small ball of snow that was an round as the sun,
And threw it with all of her might to the older female in front of her,
With an smirk as wide as the smile on the females face they began to fight,
She ducked at the ball flying in the air as if it was an knife going for a kill,
She ran and found an fort that was as small as an baby's feet,
"But it has to do for the time being" She thinks,
The older female throws three more balls of snow at the young girl,
Poom! Poom! Poom! The three balls of snow hit the fort,
And as it fell the girl clenched her ball of snow and threw it, than ran,
Past an shed, and past that fad of an shirt that hung in the yard,
Finally leading to the back of the house waiting to be found,
But she never was,
And she smirked in victory.