I climb through the window,
Just to bring you back.
I tell you "Come on, wake up.
I'll stay to help you pack."
And once you are ready,
It's time, let's go.
We'll fly above the city.
Until we make it to the meadow.
And I sing, "Runaway darling.
Make this place your own.
We'll travel to the meadow.
This is now your home.
Oh, runaway darling.
Remember freedom's song.
Stay here for eternity.
I'll be back, I won't be long."
Then I soar back to the city,
To get another child to stay.
I beckon them to come with me,
And tell them "Runaway!"
Author's Note:
I like to believe this poem was based off of Peter Pan, but the more I read it the more creepy it sounds.
-I. Quill
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