Never land(poetry)

I thought I’m

done loving

lost boys

until you sneaked

into my window

that night,

asking for my hand.     

          But I know boys like you

so well,

I’ve fallen for

the same pair

of lies


       You’d sprinkle

some sparkly,

glittery duston meto make me fly

only to leave me

next morning,


between dreams

and reality.          

      Didn’t I tell you?

My name’s never Wendy


Published by Bm

I'm a student. Singing and sketching is my hobby. Your life does not get better by chance. It gets better by a change Supporting female for every injustice

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