"I was but just a Wendy,
And he was just but a man.
And maybe it was foolish of me,
To think of him as Peter Pan.
He brought me to Neverland,
A land I've never been to before.
He showed me the magic I can see in stars,
But in his eyes, I saw it more.
But maybe it wasn't so far-off,
To think of him as the boy who'll leave someday.
For the story still remains the same;
I'm still the girl by the window who's waiting to this day.
I was his Wendy,
And he was my Peter Pan.
You can ask someone to stay with you,
But that doesn't mean they can."
YOU ARE READING
A Thousand Words
Poetrymiranda j. ____ Because to love is a wonderful feeling, no matter how painful it may be. So, I went ahead and fell for you. ____ a book of prose and poetry by yours truly.
