If I could go, where will I go? Who would take me in? Would they want me? No, I don't think so. Why would they want a child like me? So now I feel lost and unloved. Disowned, broken. And down came a light, a very mysterious and attractive light. With the sounds of a calming music. That called out my name is distress, it lured me to something.
Or should I say someone?
There stood a boy, playing a flute, covering his identity with a cloak. Surrounding him, were boys of all age, some of them I've even recognized. And then there was him, the one and only, Peter Pan. Easily recognized by his mischievous green eyes, and his oh-so-famous smirk that was always plastered on his skin that never ages. Some say he's never ages because of a deal he made with someone Neverland, and some say he's the devil walking the earth.
But I dare to think otherwise.
He's just someone who was really broken and hid it by using the wrong ways, you all don't know his story. So listen to the silent cries he made, listen to the drops of every tear wail.
For all we know, Peter Pan actually is a good person, he's a good kid.
That's why he helped those who felt lost and unloved. That's why I now understand why he took those boys. Because he knows how it's like to be lost and unloved.
Lost and unloved by blood.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ • • • • • Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐...
