Hey, Peter Pan...
I'm going home now
I've done all I can
Besides I'm grown now.
I'll think of you all painted with the night
You sit and watch from somewhere
As one by one... the lights go out
I wrote a note to tell you how you matter
When the rain came down
All the letters scattered
And washed away
Drifted off to Never
Where you'll be safe from me now
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That poem is so sad. I love the imagery in the first/last stanzas. The saddest thing about Peter Pan is that he is always on the outside of the window, looking in. Sigh.
Don't give up looking for a job. You'll find one. And don't give up on your dreams. I want to be an artist and a writer, and though those dreams seem kinda out of reach at the moment, I'm not giving up on them.
May I add you as a friend? I'd love it if you befriend me back. ^_^
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All night last night I sketched tattoo designs, I need to work harder, nothing is going to fall into my lap.
I'd love for you to add me! I'll add you too :D
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