Peter Pan im sorry

by Sarah ala bella   Sep 24, 2004


Tick tock goes the clock as life passes me by. All I do is cry and sigh this is why I want to die. My heart still beats, but it is six feet under from where I stand. And all I see is a stone of notes describing what the life you had.

Memories flood my mind as I cry, trying to design flowers for your grave. I blame myself for your death. If only I hadn't taken a risk that day, it’s your life I would have saved. But NO not ME! I had to prove to you I could fly.

For you were my Peter Pan, with out a tinker-bell and I was your Wendy. You always filled my head with happy thoughts that seemed to make me fly.

So, I dove right in with out a second thought that I may not fly. You yelled in terror as I flew off the cliff. And realized I was going to die. You leaped after me, and caught up.

I told you I was sorry, and tears slowly dripped from my eyes. You wiped them away and told me not to cry. "Hush now my darling,” You said, ”it will be okay, will be together again and that is when I will teach you to fly.” You kissed me softly told me you loved me, and said again that it would be all right.

We plunged in to the water, just missing the rocks. As we went deeper and deeper. You pushed me to the surface, but went under the water you went. I dove to look for you and started to wonder where on earth you went.

But you never surfaced, peter, you never came up and taught me to fly. I started to panic. And I almost drowned, but you held me up. With the gift of fight you had found. You saved me once again.

As I sit by your grave and cry. I feel your hand on my shoulder. I look up and there you are. Smiling at me, and telling me please, not to cry. I turn away for a second, then you are here no longer.

I my Peter Pan, you did finally teach me to fly, you taught me to soar over my sorrows and not let life pass me by. You taught me true love and how it would always last. So I will wait for you to help me soar through the skies at last.

So tap on my window, I will wait for you to teach me to fly. But the window will always be open and I will untill the day I die.

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