Poems from Wonderland

Thorny love

Her hands fell right out of the heavens
so she forced a rose out of the dessert,
created a garden full of nature's presents.
But then he came,
from foreign terrain
ready to play his game.
Strong as a storm,
beautiful as a love song,
he changed the weather of her world
and the rythm of her soul
but his hidden devilled horns
filled her rose garden with thorns.
She was dancing in the rain
while he was digging up the grave
for her flawless grace
to lay
and decay
like a hazy bluebell on a winter's day.
She thought they were getting close to a happy end,
she could almost see it right ahead.
Only when she ran out of ink
for this love story's final scene
did she start to see
that they were never meant to be
and the monsters inside him were taking lead.
"Chasing after you
when I could be running with the wolves
under the pale blue moon"
she thought to herself
and took a deep breath
after all this time of gasping for untoxicated air
and choking on her despair.
Finally,
one summer night
mid July
she left the one
who invaded her kingdom heart.
She forgot the melody of his sweet lies
and the exact blue of his icey eyes.
His candied aroma
ended like supernova
and the venom of his lips
stopped tearing down her glitz.
She placed every tear like a diamond in her crown
and that's when she found
brand new ground
to plant a garden
that would tame her anger.
With walls higher than the prettiest of smiles
and a poison ivy ready to enjoy
the next "dream" boy,
she filled herself with void
and started dancing with no joy.
Her feet were steady
and each note felt heavy.
He wasn't ready to love her,
that she knew,
there was no need to assume.
But was she any more ready to forget him?
Or was she craving for more
of his thorny love?