Neverland.
written after realizing that my childhood best friend and I would never make amends.
Lately I have come to understand, That one of the most frustrating things, Is that I will never be able to make you see, The world In which I am found. I can not open you to what I believe for You can not feel the wind that blows around me And you can not hear the calls of the lost souls Your voices tell you a different Truth, who am I to say they are wrong? It hurts to know that we will never share That momentary br...