Family, friends, adults,
They all turned their backs on him—
Because they never understood him!
Wandering and wandering, he made way to the end of the road,
Upon meeting an old man in a cloak he asked for the keys to neverland.
The man pointed down to the left to a street named death and said,
"You're gonna have to visit him 'fore I give you the keys. You ready?"
He turned back to the right and left without a word,
Promising to be back asap.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
