Morning doves coo
The crisp breeze from outside slips into my room
It hits my heated skin like a soft kiss
My blue curtains sway in the breeze
Sleep has yet to come
I lay there wondering whatever happened to a happily ever after
Why didn't I go to Neverland
Why aren't I a dragon rider
Or a Hogwarts Student
What ever happened to dreams coming true
I used to read books about
Magic tree houses
Neverland
Magic schools
Characters who got a happy ending
I feel the magic slipping from my thoughts
I no longer get excited when I go outside
Where are the creatures I used to play with
Why did Peter Pan lie
Why am I getting older
Why am I no longer a kid
My books are replaced with schoolwork
I'm no longer a warrior in a mystical land
But a student in a brick building
Why am I not flying on the back of a dragon
But driving a hunk of metal
Where are the wings
The scales
The morning gloom hits me
My eyes are heavy like bags of sand
I slowly slip into a dreamland
Suddenly I'm a kid
Discovering Neverland
Magic tree houses
A Magic school
I fly dragons
And fight in mystical lands
But I know that when I wake up
None of it will be real
Just a thought inside my head
Words I read on a page
The little girl inside me wants it to be real
But the grown version of me knows it's not
My tears fall
I wish peter was here to wipe them but he's back in Neverland
My eyes open again puffy and tired
I lay in my room
Alone
The room I once danced around in
I once read of magical lands in
The books and characters I made friends with
The little girl once ran around exploring a world with characters she'll never meet and a world she'll never see
She flew to Neverland with Peter and Wendy only to realize it's a story
It's not real
It never was
It's all a memory
But she'll forever thank the characters
The ones that brought her
To Neverland
To the magic tree house
To the magic school
The characters watch over her and are always with her
They stand in the doorway
Their arms wide and waiting for her to need a place to land
But stories always end
New chapters begin
Eventually she'll move on from the characters and stories
She'll forget her Neverland friends
She won't remember the late nights in the magic treehouse
And exploring the magic school at night
She will leave them all behind
They will miss her but never forget her
The End
YOU ARE READING
Little thoughts
PuisiPoems about what I think about, my view of the world, little scenes, everything really. (This is my first ever writing piece on here so please be kind.)
