The pine trees are up,
and with it is a star on top.
The lights wink
as I was excited and let a shriek
It's not Santa with gifts
But you on your coat and boots on feet.
The magic of the mistletoe
Came enchanting me as I tiptoe
To your arms,
Where I hear your heartbeat,
To your lips,
Where I reached for a kiss.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
