The world had turned its back on him and he had turned his back on the world.
And as he's writing these words, they flow.
But they're not poetic enough for a poem.
And they're not hard enough for a rap.
And he can her the girl in the other apartment.
She's talking to herself, "Baby won't you just take me to Neverland and leave me in Wonderland?"
And he wants to scream back, 'You're asking too much from a store front manager,'
And he writes down theses thoughts and leaves them on a letter in her box.
All the letters she reads and keeps them in a box in her dresser drawer.
And as the years pass by they make no connection but the letters.
And he's falling for the girl who's muttering he can hear.
And she's falling for the man who hears her mutterings.
But he knows the word has turned its back on him, and she's turned her back on the world.
And one day when he's fed up and he's done, and he's bought the ticket and he's packed up a bag, he signs the letter and he turns in the key as he heads to the bus stop.
She comes home from work, and sees his eyes for the first time, she's done with work and she's done with this life, she reads the writings and throws all the letters she kept in a dresser drawer, and all the clothes that she owns, and she runs to the stop,
As they embrace the world fades away.
It's a fairytale.
He whisks them away to Neverland and as the stray in Wonderland.
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Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.