Imaginary Wonderland

Does it have to be like this?

Sitting in the back of the room

In the corner by myself

Writing my morbid poems of

Death, suicide, and how I see life

Sadly waiting for him to come

And save me from this place

Kids yelling

Kids screaming

Teacher standing her ground

Yelling,

Screaming back

He quietly walks in

And comes over to me

Everything goes quiet to me

His sweet voice dancing in my ears

"Hey baby, let's get away from here"

He puts his head on mine

Taking away all my stress and fear

Closing my eyes he kises my nose lightly

Away we are in our own wonderland

Ignoring all but achother

Having no more dispear

The bell rings bringing us back

But those precious moments mde us stronger

Giving one another the power to get through the day

All there is left to say

                            "Thank you honey, I wish we could have stayed."