What did Alice experience more of as she fell from reality?
Was the fear and uncertainty so overwhelming that she held herself back from wonderland?
Did she stop to appreciate the magical moments that graced her,
Or was the unknown too great of a foe?
I don't want to be like Alice as reality slips me by.
I want the insanity, the irrational, the bizarre
I want the words that roll off your tongue to carve themselves into my heart.
I want to love without restriction
Running full force into your arms as if it were my mission
I want to get lost in your eyes and be found by your lips
Can I ever be good enough to deserve all of this?
Unlike Alice, I'll laugh as I fall
And I intend to enjoy my stay in wonderland with you.
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Incongruity
PoetryThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
