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And I miss your kiss

When the snow comes down
 And it covers this lonely town
 Then I miss your kiss
 When the snow comes down
On Christmas evenings like this
 I wonder if it’s me you’ll miss
 When Christmas carols fill every space
 And I think of your hands upon my face.

A christmas without you feels empty and numb-like. I’ve not spent a christmas with you. ive not spent a december with you. and for some reason it feels fairly odd and incomplete. I miss your hands upon my face. I miss those sweet goodnight kisses. Christmas is over. It’s.finally.over. Another reason to miss and want you more than usual is over.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow



I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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