She Calls Me Peter Pan

Tell me what a romantic gesture is. The foolish would be showing up on a confused souls doorstep. Soon to be dead flowers in hand, with a confused look on one's face. I am a firm believer of minding my own business. I even find myself telling my own mouth to shut up. We cover our eyes from scary things we don't want to see? No. We cover them from things that break our hearts. Maybe I'll slide them up to my ears in attempts to mute my inner thoughts. One does not constantly wait for things that will never happen, that just makes you a dreamer. They say you can't continue to live in never never land, it's a hopeless place. A place where people hide & forever dream up at the sky.