she wanted to go to neverland really bad

so she didnt have to be here all sad

she opened her window
  and saw a bright glow

to her surprise it was peter pan
   holding out his hand

saying, "let's get ready to go to neverland!"

she smilled happily and said, "If i must!"

he reached into his pocket and sprinkled her with pixie dust

they flew into the sky
  right above the morning dew

and she said

"im so high i can reach the stars!"

**and in a couple of minutes she was in her own lovely neverland.

I've wasted far too much time
Writing love poems for girls
Who could not have cared less
If I had moved to Neverland

And now I sit here, alone
Thinking to myself that maybe
Those words could have been
Better written, better spoken

About someone who truly
Cared for me, rather than just
Another pretty girl who simply
Acknowledged my existence

But not everyone does
So I will take what I can get
And I will understand if
I receive nothing at all

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?