Lost boy
Last 2 months of school and I found my lost boy. He's younger than me but we get along. But his height makes up for his age his voice is breath taking. We're not dating but we talk everyday I think he's my pan.

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Lost boy
Last 2 months of school and I found my lost boy. He's younger than me but we get along. But his height makes up for his age his voice is breath taking. We're not dating but we talk everyday I think he's my pan.
Tick tick tick
The crocodile hunted hook so he could eat him. He also had a clock inside him. Hook wasted years running from him on his boat when he could have Hidden on Neverland. But that the metaphor here. The crocodile is just wasting hooks time and hook let him. And that is what we do we let people waste our time when we could just avoid them.
The boy
You like him, you like him a lot. You see him everyday eyes lingering until you get caught. He sees you but only for a bit. His eyes leave and your worlds gone to shit.
Primcess
And sometimes you don't need a crown on your head or a glass slipper from a prince. Sometimes all you need is someone to just be their with you, drink some tea and watch the stars at night.
The game is never fun when the rules are broken.
That teenage girl
His text comes in the middle of the night. You can hear his demand in your head. You know to him your nothing, but to you he's everything.
Those-late-night-texts
Magic mirror
I walk past that mirror everyday, only looking at my clothing in the reflection, never my face, because I'm afraid of the terribly, ugly villain who looks back.
Second star to to right
As a little girl I loved to play especially outside. I could imagine a whole world in my room. One day I was a ballerina, the next I was a teacher, then a mom, but always I was one of Peter Pans lost girls. I loved to play outside on the dirt, my imagination ran wild. I would make dinner for my imaginary family just out of the things I found outside. I could play for hours without getting tired. Then when dinner was done my grandmother would call me in the house to get cleaned up and have dinner. Then after dinner I'd take my bath, then I would play with my dolls In my room as a movie played, my bedtime was 9 o'clock then I'd wake up at 7:15 to get ready for school. This was my life when I was oblivious to the real world.