Peter Pan said "take my hand, but keep your love and keep your kiss. Slip the thimble on my finger, these feelings don't exist."
But I learned my lesson in Neverland, and the shadows that it cast. I was too quick to trust, and the pixie dust, just never seemed to last.
So I turned my face away from the boy who feared to live. I took my chances in the past, he had nothing more to give.
So keep my love, and keep my kiss, give the thimble in return. He taught me something wonderful, but I have more to learn.
this poem can also be seen here http://torturedxsoul.deviantart.com/#/d2n0okl ...i didn't steal it this is another profile of mine. this is an original poem by myself. please dont recopy or redistribute.