White Christmas?

At this time of year there's always people less fortunate and don't get to have a Christmas with all the luxury, but in their own way, still have love around them, I hope this piece puts things into perspective and that we should be happy what we have around us or who we have around us. ?☮?

White Christmas?

Fingerless gloves in the frost bitten snow, powder, spoon, needle, all ready to go,
Newspaper headlines make our bed, all crumpled up, but we're still so cold, 
We became lovers from the coffee shop, talked over a slice of cinnamon apple pie,
Into a lustful oblivion, submerged into the river of stars in the polished night sky. 

Doves spread, flying, flying to the complete world of their habit,
Fluorescent beauty, sinking beneath the oak wood floor of nostalgic, 
With silkened rings of smoke above my selfless halo,
We're just junkie lovers under the christmas mistletoe.

White Christmas,
White Christmas,
Skin is crawling, 
Snow is falling...

As the ghost of christmas, seeps through my veins from this skeleton syringe,
We lay here on the couch with cocaine stains, user's together but unhinged,
A childhood memory with snowball's in the street, so happy with family around the tree,
As pure as the winter breeze, I feel your warmth, as your love sets this addiction free.

We can hear those bells ringing, we can see those families feasting,
We can hear the choir singing, we can hear the drummer boy beating,
The street lights are dimming, a daunting reality as our bed starts leaking,
We were supposed to keep the rain out, so much for entertainment weekly 

White Christmas,
White Christmas,
Skin is crawling, 
Snow is falling...
Lover's of tonight, Christmas eve is such a sight,
Nowhere to hide, so many presents wrapped oh so tight,
The heat of the spoon, gives off a shimmering of the moon aglow,
Our love is doomed, we're just junkie lovers under the christmas mistletoe,

Kiss?
White Christmas,
White Christmas,
Skin is crawling, 
Snow is falling...

The needle is our kiss.