Give me your sadness and I'll show you my pain.
Don't you dare look away when your eyes are such destruction. Let those walls burn down Feel the heat upon your face and let the flames singe your skin. Even the strongest heroes lose sometimes.
And promise me, Peter Pan. When it's all over...and the cities burn brightly...
'"Second star to the right, and straight on 'till morning', right?"
He smiled, nodding as he extended his hand. "And never let go."
~October
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
