Beneath Mistletoe
Copyright November 15, 2018
Moose Hide Publishing
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A blue heart is standing beneath mistletoe,
Waiting for a kiss from a boy who did not show,
To a New Year’s party, a lifetime ago.
Though she stayed to wait, he had reasons I know.
A cold tear has fallen from a misty eye.
She hopes that no one would ever see her cry.
At the chime of midnight, her torn heart did sigh,
Looking to the stars, she would ask heaven why,
Must young life be so cruel,
And play her for a fool?
Why can’t romance come true,
Why must this night be so blue?
I stood by a storm drain beneath a streetlight,
Staring down below a grate as dark as night.
From my hands a band of gold fell from my sight.
Pleading to the stars, I asked why does life spite?
Must young life be so cruel,
And play her for a fool?
Why can’t romance come true,
Why must this night be so blue?
A blue heart is standing beneath mistletoe,
Waiting for a kiss from a boy who did not show,
Waiting for a kiss beneath mistletoe.
