I know we were not to break
This night am yet to stay
Those chambers where you keep
I will compose myself and venture
Not like the vulture
Because it lacks culture
When I walk through those crimson walls
I look afraid but trust me am fine
Those pavers to your room are delicate
With every step I will be careful
I wake up with the sunrise
Remembering your smiles
I glow like the neon lights
Your heart beats
Mine thunders setting a fountain
Of melodies that make a mountain
In the darkest of hours
Ours is forever and always
The Neverland of Wonderland
Fighting dragons
Coming after our wagons
When mist turns to fog
I learn to hope and never hop
Fly I do to flee myself
Not forgetting you my wings
For when I hear the rings
I know we are back to your chambers.
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Alana Zian
Am an introverted poet from Africa who is trying to find joy in words. Am also a student trying to make a living from writing specifically paying my tuition please support and share my stories if you can. https://ko-fi.com/alandon
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