Underneath the Mistletoe

Absolutely vain in desperation

Another narcissistic fool I am

Unnaturally lovely with filters

Clinging to art for entertainment


Isn’t it Christmas? Am I merry?

Last night, I dreamt of a white Christmas

Of course, I won’t be alone there

For I was holding your soft hand

Smelling the scent of your cigar

Your breath so closed to my lips

Underneath the mistletoe was heaven

The magic happened instantly

Fireworks exploded in our hearts

Certainly you loved it too much

All over again in the longest time

For now, it’s a Christmas dream

Underneath the mistletoe we’re real

You and I need no filters for we’re true

Merry Christmas, gorgeous you!!!

I miss you very very much (it’s true!)


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