H.E.L.P.
Dear Mr. Rabbit,
I fell down your hole.
Spun myself around,
Buried myself below the ground.
White roses growing above me,
All too similar, nothing intriguing to see...
They whispered-
"You're too big"
"You're too small"
Not enough for anything, so I'll drink myself under the table...
Still falling,
Tripping,
Twisting...
Go up,
Go down,
Remember! Don't let them catch your frown!
Smile wide! Smile big! Smile until it makes you sick!
I tried to listen, and I tried to learn...
But these voices I hear are too much...
Too loud.
That's why I'm here, below the ground.
Until I landed...beside him.
Nevermind Alice, Or the Red queen...
But you are the red rose himself.
The softest petals, yet the sharpest thorns...
Yet...I picked you.
Was it enough? Was I enough?
You are wild, Untamed...
A treasured beauty compared to the many flowers before...
Trapped behind those rose coloured lenses,
Swept away by your sweet pharamones...
I didn't see the red flags waving...
They looked the same...
I got so lost within it all...
I didn't want to return to the air above
Just to drown underneath all the sounds.
Love requires a hint of madness, right? My little red rose...
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
