Monday, October 15, 2012

Paint Me as Alice

You saw me for what I was
That damaged flower
Sullied soul
You with that crooked ginger Chesire grin
Blowing smoke rings like a blue caterpillar
You walked with me through the fields of the fallen
Indulged my wonderland
You with hat and carrot curls
A sort of innocence
Where innocence is lost
A surreal fantasy
But then that smile faded
As I turned away
Stepped through the looking glass
To face my jabberwock alone.

No comments:

Post a Comment