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Fingertips like a ghost, he whose soul you've longed to touch A whisper in the light of mourning No darkness. The baby comes in crawling, a trail of spit leaves a path Two soft cries in the distance. He dances with you, a bell of laughter ringing in breathless air The earth’s moon hears the telephone from miles away She doesn't pick up though you reckon it's worth it. Takes you home. Twinkling bright eyes staring back at you The day you learned everything, toes on cold pavement Wished you hadn't. It's waiting to ****** you when your smiles are erased Placed with something new.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
Peter Pan
Fingertips like a ghost, he whose soul you've longed to touch A whisper in the light of mourning No darkness. The baby comes in crawling, a trail of spit leaves a path Two soft cries in the distance. He dances with you, a bell of laughter ringing in breathless air The earth’s moon hears the telephone from miles away She doesn't pick up though you reckon it's worth it. Takes you home. Twinkling bright eyes staring back at you The day you learned everything, toes on cold pavement Wished you hadn't. It's waiting to ****** you when your smiles are erased Placed with something new.
Trying out my poem writing skills, a scholarship offer is coming up. Anyway, this is about innocence/growing up. All that jazz that adulthood does to you. (cracks knuckles) Getting to it!
#teen#growing#peterpan
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
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