The bloody sand, washed by the shore,
my childhood lies there, no air in it's lungs.
Sadness and loss creeps in slowly inside my heart.
"She's gone. you killed her" cried Peter,
his knees bruised from the rocks.
Tears in my eyes blurring my vision,
as I whispered to the wind "I had no choice",
truth is, everyone has a choice.
Mine was to kill my childhood and leave,
leave Neverland forever, say my last goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
─ 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 ✧ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬.
Poetry+°.★ - a compilation of some of my personal poems [pt/eng].
