I built pillow tents with you,

But you vamoosed without me.

Oh, the rhymes we’ve sung, the drawings we’ve done

how could you flee?
I want to run away from my responsibilities again,

Go back to that park, then come back to take a nap

Oh, Peter Pan knew it already,

That growing up was a trap.

Harshita

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.