I'm Late For a Very Important Date...


Pass the glass left Alice,
It is minus 20 tears.
I need to put them in or my heart will never heal.
You see Alice,
My life is not real,
but a charade of fancies,
that the English boy cooked up.
He thinks he is smart,
but he hasn't got the best of us,
does he, Alice?
Now I will lead you to your idle dreams,
the way mine once were
before he stirred then to awareness.
But don't you worry Alice,
I won't let the same happen to you.
Be rest assured that I love you, Alice,
and you need not be scared, anymore.
Just don't wake up....


Poetry/Articles/Stories


Home

Writing/Pictures/Linx