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.
As a kid you think that you'll live forever. As a kid you think nothing could ever go wrong. As a kid the only thing that made you cry was scraping your knee. As a kid you think the only thing dying was a flower. As a teenager you know death is just a touch away. As a teenager you feel everything goes wrong. As a teenager the smallest and biggest thing can make you cry. As a teenager we now now everything dies even your heart.
//THE_STORY_IN_MY_HEAD//the end.
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.
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.
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.