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.
I can't move on before I say this
I loved you - I lost you,
- I love you no more.
You are no longer in my mind,
You no longer hold a place in my heart even if before it was coated in hate.
When I think of you I hold no regrets,
When I do dream of you I don't dream about what we could have been or what I lost
I only dream of what is.
I hope for her sake when you think of me, you think of only a woman,
A woman you loved, but love no more.
That is all,
Because we were lovers,
We were friends,
You used to be everything
Now your not and that's okay.
I moved on and I don't care anymore,
You are not worth the tears I shed,
The sleepless nights,
The revenge planning that kept me going.
You're not worth it,
As I'm saying this, I realize, I don't care anymore.
I wrote this poem while listening to Little Mix's Shout Out To Mt Ex.