February 10th 2019
Word Count: 86I am a lost boy,
Waiting to be found.
Where's Peter Pan?
Have you seen him around?
I could use some pixie dust,
And a fun little flight.
I can't see in this darkness,
Without a little bit of light.
Sword fight with Captain Hook,
Battling on my own.
They say that they are with me,
But I still feel all alone.
It gets harder every day,
Harder to stand.
But I'll still be waiting,
For my trip to Neverland.
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The Little Things- A Collection of Short and Sweet Poetry
PoetryEnjoy a little poetry from a little person!