I sit upon my bed,
listening to the songs,
of lovers,
words that only they,
would find meaning in,
yet still beautiful to my ears.
Looking out into the,
pitch black night,
through my enormous window.
As the soothing tunes flow,
from my eardrums,
sending a to tickle my heart,
my mind wanders far,
into the depths of wonderland.
Adventures my mind creates,
except I travel alone.
If only these were the days,
of love like Romeo and Juliet,
you’d be sitting beneath my window,
waiting for me,
to travel to wonderland with you.