A Lost Girl
He's here
he has came
but what is his name?
In the shadows he hides
as I pretend to close my eyes
In the shadows I see
he watches me
His intentions never bad
always happy
never sad
but curiosity grows
his name I must know
A lost boy of sorts
wearing a dress?
maybe shorts
My brothers lay beside me
Completely unaware
of the boy in the window
with the messiest of hair
His eyes just met mine
And I lost track of time
it all seemed so simple
as he offered a... thimble?
At last I have met him
this strange, strange boy
Who fights with his shadow
and knows little of toys
I want to fly
and he tells me I can
so out the window I go
with Peter Pan