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









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