Mistletoe.
It's not even Christmas, yet
here we lay.
Me with my broken heart.
You with yours.
The phone doesn't stop ringing.
I can't stop crying.
You can't stop looking at me with
eyes like shining diamonds.
Mistletoe.
It's not even Christmas, yet
here we sit.
You mending my broken heart.
Me patching up yours.
The engine of my car keeps on humming.
I keep on watching as you walk up to your door.
You keep on looking back at me with
eyes like star-kissed skies.
Mistletoe.
It's not even Christmas, yet
here we are.
Confused and lovestruck teenagers
flaming bright as a
Golden Candelabrum.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lovely! Very nice write!


