Touching Him

If God is real, he is made of water 

wph

VT

16 years old

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  • Poetry

    By wph

    When You Are Old

    When you are old

    Your skin will become like paper,

    And your bones will be like the wooden ribs

    Of a lantern

    So that the world will see the light in your chest.


    But I don't need to wait

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Wendy Darling

    I hung in the sky, frowning down at the city below me

    Scowling because Peter Pan went away.

    I had stretched, and my body had run away

    In the years since then.