The Things I Find in the Dark

Haunted by the thoughts of existential peril -

Beyond Alice’s rabbit hole is where I meddle.

I speak less and let my mind wander more

I open doors most would leave closed just to see if the deathly hallows still follow me in the shadows

Completely enamoured by her beauty, she thinks I’m under her spell

I told her, through your eyes I see where your soul still lies,
and that's why there could never be a you and I.

 

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