It was like a dream,
I wished i'd slept through again.
Executed fragments, are incomplete
when i've heard of them, in a dream.
You said you were
the absence in direction,
but you wanted to stay.
You kept smiling, laughing, and playing around this broken paradise.
The rebel, that didn't want to grow.
Of all the things
to come and go,
there is no one else like you.
It is almost as if you never existed in the first place-
Until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition.
I think this place is where I belong,
among all my other lost things.
- Michael Darling
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Neverland.
PoesiaA journey, to Neverland. Where youth takes place in your soul forever, where you remember childhood and childhood remembers you. This place can't ensure us that we'll stay happy, and enjoy our youth. There are many possibilities of emotional struggl...
