Lost Boy
A storybook love affair,
A lurid heartbreak
Left my heart without faith.
He was the boy who never wanted to grow out
And I was his Wendy.
Well atleast that's how the story was told.
He was a lost boy until the minute's last.
A broken record, a lost soul.
But you never know about his past.
Our love became quidescent, almost false.
Yet still i was the one who found him
...my lost boy who only experienced lost.
I taught him to smile, laugh......... love even.
He took my soul, all I had.
then one night I stared at the window and saw my Peter Pan leaving.
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