How I pray by my windowsill
Swayed by the windy chill
Praying to my long-lost god
Who knew how to fix my rusted clocks
With pixie dusts, he made me fly
Towards the second star to the right
Veer straight 'til morning
Now all that's left is mourning
I always knew you wouldn't come
Let alone your shadow, all gone
Once the city's big clock chimed
That was when I knew it was time
For Neverland to burn down
The moment you didn't come around
You and your Lost Boys search for lost girls
That don't belong in this world
You promised them youth never ends
And that's why they called it Neverland
I've learned all the lessons
But still it doesn't ease my aggressions
When all they'd be worth was for their tiny bows
A flock of one-hit wonders for your puppet shows
Does it ever hit you that I wish my fire didn't die
When the ground I walk is a plank above lurking crocodiles
I miss when the bullet we'd dodge were some crooks
Straight from a children's fairytale book
Now I reach for you to grab my hand
You spring a frown, you shake your head
Oh you can't just take my breath away
And expect I wouldn't be begging for you to stay
Returning taught me the things I know now
I am foolish to think I can turn back somehow
This world is nothing but one brutal storm
You were right, but my shriveling flowerbeds don't qualify anymore
I thought I could battle all my own pirates
And heedlessly thought I could remain the brightest
How does it feel to be a boy who stays young
Free from the stranglehold of the seasons' run
Neverland burns down the moment I turn out my light
And stop waiting for the boy from my nursery rhymes
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poesía"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
