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Wonderland...

Wonderland...

Diamond droplets tickle my taste buds as my heart whistles through my cage
I yearn for a journey that takes me away and generates me to a different place
Sadly I beat to the same old stone age, my boots are rooted and stories show on my face

On glistening sea I look upon with hazy dreams
Here and now, I've been scorned by terrifying images
Holding on to that night and what makes me sleep
Where magnets pull apart, this is a place that I created

The moon shines down on to this land that seeps into my feet
With dark strides I walk amongst the tortured and the weak
A promise to myself that I'll not get lost but instead just breathe
The life I live and the life I have, is in fact my wonderland

If I alienate myself
If I levitate from land
If I validate my soul
If I crumble like bones
Somebody take my hand
Please take my hand

I'm trapped in my wonderland...

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Ru T

Brilliant write Wayne. 5 star. x

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks Ru T, I really like this one, i wanted the image to relate throughout, hopefully I've done that, thanks again! ?Β 

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks so much Lisa! I was getting that feeling when writing it too ? thanks so much ??

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