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My Wonderland
In The land known as my imagination
There is a statue of you there.
Holding a black, broken heart
All I can do is stare.
I look down the into the rivers and oceans.
As midnight nears
A fairy with your face tells me.
"You cried us a river. The ocean is your tears!"
I walked by my memories.
Like our first date.
I hurt so much now,
Would anyone care to sedate?
Every word you say means something to me.
I dont know if you'll ever understand.
Actually you already do. You were my A.W.G.
I'll be waiting forever
Seeking your face.
An endless endever.
Im not sure how to continue
Im not sure how to stop.
So Im going to end this poem.
As this last line Drops.
There is a statue of you there.
Holding a black, broken heart
All I can do is stare.
I look down the into the rivers and oceans.
As midnight nears
A fairy with your face tells me.
"You cried us a river. The ocean is your tears!"
I walked by my memories.
Like our first date.
I hurt so much now,
Would anyone care to sedate?
Every word you say means something to me.
I dont know if you'll ever understand.
Actually you already do. You were my A.W.G.
I'll be waiting forever
Seeking your face.
An endless endever.
Im not sure how to continue
Im not sure how to stop.
So Im going to end this poem.
As this last line Drops.
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