My last hope,
the second star to the right
and the boy in green tights that comes with it.
Never thought I'd come to
putting my childhood six feet down,
gotta week left, so Peter
where you at?
I'll leave my window unlocked,
I won't ask any questions,
I know how to believe.
Just please, please,
come get me.
I wanna know what Neverland sand
feels like between my toes.
I gotta know what fighting Hook
feels like, ya'know?
I need to never grow old.
I'm not ready yet, Oh Peter won't you
come save me
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
PoetryIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
