I was,
Once upon a time,
A child of dreams.
The fairytales soon grew old.
For I am no longer a child,
But instead,
Sleepless nights,
Haunt my eyes,
For I will never be a dreamer.
Until the end of time,
Darkness not of my own,
Still creep into my bones.
Peter can never rescue me.
For I am a Wendy,
Who no longer believes.
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Who's Heart is This Anyway
PoetryJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
