I come to you crying, but you don't respond.
You look at me strangely, like I've gone mad.
You ask me what's wrong, and I tell you, "He's gone."
But your answer is always, "It isn't that bad."
"He's just a boy" you say, "A waste of your time."
But then why is he always clouding up my mind?!
Why can't I spend an hour without thinking,
of the way it feels when he holds my hand?
Why can't I spend an hour without thinking,
about us leaving to Neverland?
A place where there are no distractions,
Nothing pulling him away.
Nothing making him busy or unable,
to share with me, a wonderful day.
A wonderful day filled with hugging and laughter.
With jokes, and some kisses, and more kisses after.
A day filled with love, and nothing but fun,
Though that doesn't really happen, in the real world of glum.
The real world of school, and homework, and time.
Where there's no moments spent on just loving your life.
Your life filled with people, and nature and love,
Though all we think of is money, and work, and up above.
Making sure we've got good jobs, so our little ones can live.
But where is our life? The ones that we give.

I just want to write one more,
      before I become an adult again.