Peter Pan

May 12, 2014 § 3 Comments

Never Never Land Coco J. GingerHe was always a player—
So I played him in my head,
rearranged the words he said,
told myself he would mend
his heart for me.

But boys who play don’t like to grow,
he was Peter Pan without the gypsy soul,
a sailor without a wave to row.

A man who’d always love anybody,
and everybody—for a short time,
’til his heart grew restless—then
the words, and love would all unwind.

He swore there’d come a girl one day
who’d whisk his child’s heart away,
who he’d give his ever ever to and build their Never Land of love.

But I knew better of his kind,
so I said goodbye. . .

Because Peter Pan’s are fun to kiss,
’til you realize life came and went
while you were dreaming
with his child’s heart,
wasting your hearts time,
waiting. . .for his
Never Land of love.
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