with you, i never know
where we are
going.i'm constantly tumbling down
a rabbit hole
only mine
never ends.lucky alice-
at least she was never
afraid
of what was to come.my wonderland
has no
queens
or
kings
or cakes with currants.my wonderland has only the
angry ravens
and
mad, mad, mad hatters
and
confined spaces
where i have no room to
grow.your arms are what confine me
hold me back
from the realization that I don't
need
youbecause your arms-
your arms are truly wonderland.and they are where i am safe
from the angers of white knights
and frustrations of griffins.safe, until you throw me to the ground
to drown in my own
giant
teardrops........
dedicated to Darkriders508 for being wonderful, kind readers and commentersanyone else as obsessed with Alice in Wonderland as much as me? Probably not. I love that book way too much <3
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as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015