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Friday, December 25, 2015

"Mistletoe"



"Mistletoe"



By Arcassin Burnham 

Out in a whisp,  I call your name,
Sitting under it would make a change,
For the both of us, 
Its you or none of us, 
For the strong affection we have under it, 
When I love it's like.... 

*looking up to a sky once blue*,
*begging for the world to turn back*,
*treating the heavens to a gift of life*,

*crying a name when it's only just a face*,
*ruining the things that you love*,
*staying and participating in the fight*,

*no need to put to rest or be afraid*,
*happiness and joyfulness can be restored*,
*we cant afford to lose you in other words die*.

This mistletoe predicts our future. 


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