he put me through hell and i called it love
To be befuddled in wistful thoughts
And love in the earnest way
Is to allow myself to be sought
By your mere presence everyday.
At first, I was unsure of how I felt
‘Cause my love seemed like an infatuation
That is, sadly, not warm enough to melt
Your eyes’ cold disposition.
Yet it was enough, for me, to see
You, who stood very near to me
For some time, I believed I’ll be fine that
Despite my heart telling me that I’m not.
So instead, I drown in your reticence
Wishing it was me who lingers in your mind
Because, looking at your smile reminisces
How unlikely for you to be so kind.
I can’t point out how it started
But I still think you’re the best
Already, our story is drenched in irony
And before you, everything was a mess.
So if we go on with this story
I hope you’ll realize
I do love you dearly
But the ending could not be surmised.
Wonderland is twisted in so many ways. It is a place full of wonder, and yet it is shrouded in mystery. For one, you go there without the thought of going back, wandering in obscure corridors and conversing with complete strangers. For me, it is as dull as it can be, having read the story so many times, and ending up with the same denouement of a seemingly long, nonsensical dream.
In Wonderland, the people who get lost are the ones who don’t know what they’re looking for, so with their uncertainty they end up going to no particular destination at all. Take Alice, for example, who said, ‘I don’t mind where I go to as long as it takes me somewhere’, and ended up going to the most peculiar places she ever dreamed of.
It is easy to lose one’s head in Wonderland… madness lingers in every corner. Most probably the Kingdom of Hearts, surrounded with corpses and decapitated heads of the people who either caused the fury or failed to comply with the demands of its cynical ruler. The Queen’s way is how everyone in the land should live. She can do all sorts of things, even managing to stop time, so it would be horrendously dreadful to get on her nasty side.
But… It can be a nice place. You don’t take everything seriously, you are free to wander around as if you’re in a dream… only then you worry about waking up.
And, if you were to ask me…
I want to go there, even for a little while.