You don't understand,
why i make poems.
Give me your hand,
And i'll take you away with me to my fantasy land.

My fantasy land is full of love and happyness,
But you've never seen a poem of me happy,
So i'll take you to the other side,
where you see the hate and pain i feel.

I didn't meant to make you scared,
I didn't meant to make you cry,
I just wanted to help you,
understand my poems.

I take you back,
To my wonderland.
I let go of your hand.
And walk with you in my fantasyland.

Ain't it a pretty thing?
Don't you just wanna sing?
Or just write a lil' poem?
Come with me to my fantasy wonderland.

Now it's time,
To take you home,
I know you don't wanna go back.
But you must,
You gave me your trust,
Now i ask you to take mine.

Come with me back home,
But always understand,
why i've maked a poem.