Standing upright,
underneath the mistletoe,
leaning under the dim yellow light;
with the time passing by so slow, still
Looking for that someone to call you,
underneath the mistletoe,
yearning inside your murky blue
smiling impressions from you do glow.
It shines true from your persona,
underneath the mistletoe,
inside your light periwinkle aura,
a little girl waits for her Prince Charming flu.
Sitting next to you,
underneath the mistletoe,
I'd turn and stare into the brown eyes of you
and see which way your hair would go.
Not believing that no one yet has approached,
underneath the mistletoe,
your angelic beauty bathed in bright white lights
the things about you, I still don't know.
Facing in front ,
underneath the mistletoe,
coming to a halt in front of your peachy lips
stopping, coming to grips.
In tandem poses with you,
underneath the mistletoe,
we hug, and I feel that pink fuzzy feeling
wanting to stop, at the same time to go.
Wishing indefinitely,
underneath the mistletoe,
bathed in the scent of its green hominy
joined together the touch that I know.
What could've happened,
underneath the mistletoe,
only in the translucent hum of dreams;
shall we never know.
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Submission Name: Underneath The Mistletoe
