Friday, December 25, 2015
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.