with your love
i was alice
falling, falling, falling
to a far off place
called wonderland
where my only fear
is if i were to lose
my head to
the queen of hearts
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MIDNIGHT BUTTERFLIES , poetry
الشعر⁰⁰⁰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ── the butterflies of my thoughts soar off at midnight . and there's no flying after them , for my wings have been broken . ( SHORT POEMS ) ‧˚...
027. wonderland
with your love
i was alice
falling, falling, falling
to a far off place
called wonderland
where my only fear
is if i were to lose
my head to
the queen of hearts
