I crumble beneath my skin,
slowly,
gently,
waiting for a glimpse.

Pondering around my room I found,
pretty flowers and ribbons
with a name and a card.

Ecstatic I fluttered,
and picked them up
it read d's and r's,
it wasn't my name,
I saw.

It's her,
I knew it,
she's blonde just like me.
How foolish and stupid,
the past ignites her means.

My heart is burning,
full of anger and rage,
you were my first, did I tell you?
I thought you'd wait,
what a shame.

How could you,
how could she?
Stop promising what you can't keep.
Do you enjoy breaking people to pieces,
to save your own skin?

But I'll change and grow,
to be the best I can,
and you'll stay the same,
chasing blonde girls around.
It's a pity and a shame,
this that's been going on.
Now, I'm afraid to say,
I learned,
bad boys never change in any way,
not at all.

If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.

Fill my heart with a love song,
look at me with those eyes,
green,
emerald,
Remember me when the sun shines and burns your spine.

I will count every birthmark and mole on your skin,
olive eyes,
kiss me when noon begins.

Smile at me,
broad and brittle,
cigarette-stained teeth,
squinted iridescent eyes,
look at me,
take my heart,
don't set me free.

Wander around me,
replete with nostalgia,
while you sleep I stare,
unwillingly I smile,
green is absent.

The ocean,
heaven,
clouds,
the sun,
the sound of your voice singing my song.
The colour of your eyes,
forest and lime,
when they look at me I see hope,
in every shade of green, you're sublime.

The thought of someone else pronouncing your name,
all the o's and a's,
makes me sick to my stomach.
When did I fall this hard and sudden?

They say the past is in the past;
try saying that while reading his drafts.
Dusting memories brings people back,
particles are kisses, smiles and a track.

It brings no good,
it grants you a cold.
That 'cold' is nostalgia,
it swallows you whole.

They're out of your life,
by choice and by will,
they're not a priority,
don't torture yourself.

I know your soul's in pieces,
while hearing his soothing voice,
it used to be full of 'i love yous',
and promises he broke.

Don't torment yourself,
and search for old pictures,
don't wonder if how he says her name,
sounds as pretty as yours did.

Don't bring back his laugh,
and over-think your actions that night.
It's all over now,
try to sleep well, don't cry.

Quit writing about him,
it's better, I swear.
He didn't promise you forever,
so don't take yourself there.

He's not a boy,
neither a man,
he's something else,
he's Peter Pan.

Look at those eyes,
gleaming with passion.
Innocence appears if you stare deep,
my soul is dazzled.
They're the colour of the sea,
not blue, but iridescent.
His tears are the ocean's foam,
almost not present.

Peter says he won't grow up,
he's travelled long along the road.
He knows the world, from a to z.
And that's not where he wants to be.
He has his world, his Neverland.
No one gets hurt, everything lasts.

Peter, wake up.
That isn't true.
You know my heart belongs with you.
Don't leave me here,
I'm all alone.
The earth is mad,
come take me home.

Home to the land where kids won't cry,
they are all happy,
there's no goodbyes.
Boy, please remember me when you're gone,
come search for me, don't make me wrong.

I wish my eyes were bright with innocence,
maybe that could make me fly,
for instance.
Take me to Neverland,
teach me to fly,
I know I'm no Wendy,
but I will try.

Oh Peter, let's soar,
let's be free.
Somewhere we can be happy,
you and me.

John and Michael won't miss me,
mom and dad will dismiss me.
Nana won't even reminisce for me.

I've packed my bags,
and made my bed.
All is in order,
no one will care.

Just pour on top us,
faith, trust and pixie dust.
We'll fly together,
across the sea,
in Neverland is where we'll be.

Where no one cries,
and no one hurts,
where heaven is a place on earth,
I share with you,
nobody else.