Tis the Season
Tis the season of high expectation
And disappointing outcomes
Of obligations
And guilty consciences
Tis the season of cellulite
And failed diets
Of sinking self esteem
And blotchy faces
Tis the season of lighter pockets
And heavier souls
Ask and you shall receive
Copyright © Britt Rose | Year Posted 2014
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