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With trembling hands
he touches mine slightly
and wispers in my ear
that i am the daughter of Eve.
His eyes move wildly
with a hint of madness,
as i silently pray not to be
enchanted by this wonder boy.
My peter pan you have my soul.


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by abi

Rip it apart.
You rip my heart wide open and touch a piece of me with your poetry. I read this poem so many times, and I'm speechless. This passion you feel for Peter Pan is so strong because it can never grow. True love is the only one worth fighting for.

( Posted by: Serendipity [Member] On: July 29, 2005 )

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