Somewhere in Neverland, stood a boy
holding a beautiful girl’s hand
while he recites a poem that he
made for her under
the bright white moon.
Somewhere in Neverland,
the sun shone the brightest
and fields of flowers
bloomed.
Somewhere in Neverland,
the skies are covered with gray clouds,
thunder and lighting taking turns
showing off,
rain pouring down like there’s no tomorrow.
Somewhere in Neverland,
there’s silence.
pure silence.
peaceful silence.
Somewhere in Neverland,
there’s music.
The sound of drums beating,
trumpets blowing,
birds chirping,
the world singing
because of her.
Somewhere in Neverland,
there was you and me.
Somewhere in Neverland,
the boy finished reciting
the poem.
Somewhere in Neverland,
the girl gave him
the most prepossessing smile.
The smile that made him feel
like he could fly even without
pixie dust.
Somewhere in Neverland,
time stopped.
The world froze
because
Somewhere in Neverland,
there was a Peter Pan
and a Wendy
kissing under the
bright white moon.
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A Collection Of Thoughts
PoetryA collction of poems, shorts stories and other stuff that spawns in my silly little head, written by yours truly
