Wendy,
some days I sit and hope
I can forget you. Soon. Now.
And I wonder if it would hurt,
if one day you came back and
I had no idea who 'Wendy' even
was and it was like the word, the
name, meant nothing to me.
It's useless, because I know that
I cannot forget everything we've
been through. I cannot forget
our adventures. Maybe that's
the downside of never growing
up. Kids remember everything.
Tinkerbell sits on my shoulder
and she whispers in my ear,
"Maybe that's the downside
of falling in love."
I hate her.
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...
