The Gift. Poem by Dislocated Heart

Christmas gift..
she wore on her neck..
Peace sign..
she loves..
From me.

We talk till midnight,
and we'll talk some more.
she told me things..
She keeps locked up
wont leave nor go out that door.

She got those beautiful eyes..
I dont mind looking into them all night.
We both love stars,
and many other things..

we clicked the moment we spoke..
and when in the darkest days..
Somehow, she brings the best outta me..
She makes me smile to a txt that just says 'Hi'

My heart is held bak..
for what I want..
is too far...
and yet I wait..