I know it's a bit belated, for I've
Grown much too old, but I
Still have that little secret
Like dear Mrs. Darling had.
It's there, in the corner
Of these lips, I've glimpsed,
Waiting for that One to claim it.
But I haven't had my
Adventure yet.
The wind has never played
Through my hair nor the
Clouds danced between my
Toes.
Perhaps He got the wrong house.
Maybe He found someone
Else to forget with.
I've no choice but to continue
Growing older. Through His youthfulness
Though, I've learned "To live would
Be an awfully big adventure," and so
I carry on flourishing and developing
Into a person that boy could never be.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
I know it's a bit belated, for I've
Grown much too old, but I
Still have that little secret
Like dear Mrs. Darling had.
It's there, in the corner
Of these lips, I've glimpsed,
Waiting for that One to claim it.
But I haven't had my
Adventure yet.
The wind has never played
Through my hair nor the
Clouds danced between my
Toes.
Perhaps He got the wrong house.
Maybe He found someone
Else to forget with.
I've no choice but to continue
Growing older. Through His youthfulness
Though, I've learned "To live would
Be an awfully big adventure," and so
I carry on flourishing and developing
Into a person that boy could never be.
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