If I am your moon, then you are the stars in the sky.
Collect my tears as they fall like rain,
mix them with cranberry juice and feed them to the fairies.
They will soar so high, their wings fluttering
like the call of flowers in the spring.
Take my hand,
lead me to a place where the sun is forever,
where winter is short and by the time May arrives
it is but a fleeting memory-
lost somewhere between hope and heartache.
Because I hoped
your words were true and that you really did love me.
But my heart aches
for the months we spent roaming in Neverland
because now
I feel less like Wendy and more like Alice,
running in circles to escape this horrific daydream.
Why can’t things be the way they were before?
Why can’t we just stay in Neverland?
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
If I am your moon, then you are the stars in the sky.
Collect my tears as they fall like rain,
mix them with cranberry juice and feed them to the fairies.
They will soar so high, their wings fluttering
like the call of flowers in the spring.
Take my hand,
lead me to a place where the sun is forever,
where winter is short and by the time May arrives
it is but a fleeting memory-
lost somewhere between hope and heartache.
Because I hoped
your words were true and that you really did love me.
But my heart aches
for the months we spent roaming in Neverland
because now
I feel less like Wendy and more like Alice,
running in circles to escape this horrific daydream.
Why can’t things be the way they were before?
Why can’t we just stay in Neverland?
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