I guessed the lesson was not learned—
despite the predictable ending of the story,
I still choose to become like Tinkerbell.
I loved you as my kind of Peter Pan;
still, my favorite agony in life.
Cupid must be laughing at me,
I daydreamed for so long...
To embrace you in my arms,
stare the universe in your eyes,
and hear your mellow voice.
Maybe, in a world created by me —
I can replace Wendy in your heart.
Your music and graceful moves;
make my hardest journey in life bearable.
To my Peter Pan,
Don't lose the spark to see the goodness in our world.
As we meet, I would still say "I love you" and "Thank you".
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