This Thimbal is for you, and only you.
I figured things out.
I don't ever want to grow up. I want a flying boy to come knocking at my window and take me away to never-neverLand. I want him to give me thimbals, and dance with me with shimmering faries flying around. I want him to save me from the piarates, and make a house around me, because I might die if he moves me. I want him to hold hands with me as he teaches me to fly. I want his Kiss to save my life, and my thimbal to save his.
If I jump the plank, will you catch me?
If I run away from home, will you show me the way?
If I am a piarate, will you be dissapointed?
If I decide to grow up, will you change my mind?
Because, I want you to.
Yeah. I just don't want to grow up. I want to be a kid and have fun. I want to be Peter's Wendy.
My window is always open.
Laurel
posted by Laurel @ 2:31 PM
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3 Comments:
i loved this post laurel
what you want is what every girl wants
did you write that yourself? very good
wow! laurel, your an amazing writer:)honest! this is sucha sweet blog. luv it.
I know how you feel, i think. I'm going through a stage where i just don't want to grow up, i dont want the responsibility that comes with growing up. I like the way you write, though.
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