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As a previous lover of fairytales, Disney movies And all things for ages 5-12 I’m horrified to see myself As a cold, callous woman. How did I become This? Anytime I used to see a field I took my shoes off And ran barefoot. And I soaked the earth into my skin Until I was something more Than just a resident— I was part of this world. The biggest thing I used to worry about Was trying to find the next adventure Which sometimes was right in my backyard. Now all my wondering Has to do with why My electric bill is so high. I comfort it With the fact that I am just like Wendy. I knew my time to grow up Because Neverland was never the place for me To stay forever. But when my time comes to bear children I will spoil them rotten With newfangled fairytales And maybe I’ll catch them Flying off into the night With a lost boy who I’ve known For quite a long time. I will teach them to believe in the impossible with all of their hearts. Because even though it may in fact Be impossible All children Should see the sky Before they grow old and have to live on the ground. But when they do I want them to look up every once in a while and Smile.
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
Wendy
As a previous lover of fairytales, Disney movies And all things for ages 5-12 I’m horrified to see myself As a cold, callous woman. How did I become This? Anytime I used to see a field I took my shoes off And ran barefoot. And I soaked the earth into my skin Until I was something more Than just a resident— I was part of this world. The biggest thing I used to worry about Was trying to find the next adventure Which sometimes was right in my backyard. Now all my wondering Has to do with why My electric bill is so high. I comfort it With the fact that I am just like Wendy. I knew my time to grow up Because Neverland was never the place for me To stay forever. But when my time comes to bear children I will spoil them rotten With newfangled fairytales And maybe I’ll catch them Flying off into the night With a lost boy who I’ve known For quite a long time. I will teach them to believe in the impossible with all of their hearts. Because even though it may in fact Be impossible All children Should see the sky Before they grow old and have to live on the ground. But when they do I want them to look up every once in a while and Smile.
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ecpollick
F/American
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
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