Monday, August 30, 2010

changeling

we spent days, filled with desire,
making plans for the memories we hoped to make...

5 comments:

Sir Thomas said...

this was a great post

Fickle Cattle said...

That is a love photo and sentiment. It reminded me of my childhood.

http://ficklecattle.blogspot.com/

fledgling said...

youth and revelry.

xoxo
maxwell conrad

www.fledglingblog.blogspot.com

Anonymous said...

then the tree house burnt down,
and neverland disappeared.
Peter, built it all again but wendy was no where to be found.
So he stuffed his toy in a bottle and set it adrift on lake st james.
With hollow hands and bleeding eyes,
he stepped out into the light.
A lamb for the children of the night.

Anonymous said...

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then the tree houses burnt down,
, never neverland disappeared.
Peter built it back again
but wendy couldn't be found.
So he stuffed it back in a bottle
set adrift on lake st james.

With hollow hands and bleeding eyes,
he stepped out into the light.
A lamb for the children of the night.