Wonderland, below
Neverland, above
Sometimes i never know
How far you'll go
And crying never helps
So ill scream til my lungs give out
And hope that the end is near
The end will be true
And i wont have to love you
Anymore
And even though the sun still shines
And the stars are still bright
And this smile on my face
Caves in
Until hope rises up.
YOU ARE READING
Falling Slow.
PoetryA book of Original Poems by me. A note from the author: I am trans and go by Scarlett now, but I leave this up cause it has the most views out of any story I have. These poems still resonate and apply to me though.
