Oh Pete,
sometimes I sit here with a mug of hot chocolate
in between my pale fingers and try to recall
what It felt like to be with you
and everyday I do this,
I can feel my memory fading little by little
and even though Im trying to hold on
I cant help but wonder If forgetting is a bad thing
because maybe it will hurt less,
If I cant remember you.
YOU ARE READING
Wendy
Poetry"He left me all alone, now what am I supposed to do?" "She wanted me to grow up, I wasn't sure I could." Did you think there story was finished, once Peter went back to Neverland? I don't think so, after all, how could they forget the love of their...
