Hands black and soil stained

Kiss the earth and drink the rain

Embrace the rising of the sun

Caress the breeze when day is done

Or have we all forgotten

From dust we were begotten

By dust we are sustained

Into the bleeding pain

Of earth's wound we shall be lain?

I look through the window of a house that isn't mine

To watch a smiling family that isn't mine

Happiness is an emotion that doesn't belong to me and has long eluded me

I wonder if a family is what will make me happy

Or perhaps a house to live in

Or a window to look out

But here I stand from the outside looking in

Observing what I can't have

Watching what I don't feel

As the night lays cold,

And the flame flickers on.

My thimble rests hold

Of all the days gone.

Of the trust,

Of the faith,

And of the pixie dust-

That night like a wraith.

The window is open,

Forever in wait for you.

The thimble unspoken,

Remembering our last adieu.

Why did I say goodbye all those years ago?

Is this my medicine within its cup?

They say it’s time to let go.

And now it’s bottoms up.

The sticky sweet your absence left behind,

Has plagued my fate,

And those words still wrack my mind,

The ones of where you’ll wait.

The tales others tell

Of what you truly do,

I now know too well.

Of why you really flew..

For, Peter, I need a rescue-

From the hangman’s tree.

Because I’m longing for you

And out of the three needed to flee.

You're pretty brave @Lish

Goin' at me the way you did

You really think you got this?

HA!

The last thing you'll do is win

No, I don't want your crown

I mean

Maybe I would

If you actually had one

But you're too old

While I'm over here

Still  young

I had detention?

HAHA

I broke out of there

Cuz I'm badass

As you forgot to mention

Sure,

My lance is little

But I'm better with a dagger

While your sword is too brittle

Girl,

If you think I'll lose

You belong in a mental hospital

(Oooh, sizzle)

Sorry,

Did I hurt your feelings a little?

You think you hurt me

You don't

What's that sound?

I think your old person cane broke

Or is that just the sound

Of your pride breaking

Oh, I can already see

You reading this....

Trembling...

Shaking

Bedtime?

Mine?

No, I'm up 'til two

What about you?

I hear tiredness comes with age

Looks like you're at that stage

So you might as well stop now

Just let me win

Before your brain rots

To the point where you forget your login