I read a thousand books when I was young.
You played your games, crashing tennis balls into windows.
Remorseless, we'd battle for our sides evermore.
I never understood your quirks, but our love was easy and simple.
As I grow older with wisdom, I watch your dismay
Shutting yourself away in your teenage glory days.
Peter Pan, will you leave your forests of gloom
And come to me at last?
Will you abandon your quests and tests of courage,
For a quieter life among the stars?
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Never In Spring ✓
PoetryAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024 Winner...
