Dear me,
Wow, you're so grown up,
But our faces look so close;
Both our jaws bend the same,
But your's is a little sharper;
Brown's the colour of our eyes,
But under yours are tired lines.
When does all that happen?
I was told no one should ever know,
Their future, fate and what's to come,
But my mind holds so many questions.
Do I still write?
Do I still dream?
Will fantasy still keep me sane?
And do I ever learn guitar?
Make music and write a song?
Please, tell me now, I need to know.
Am I happy?
Am I loved?
Do I ever find the one
And is it like magic,
Like all the books and movies said?
Do I still stand proud and tall?
Do I laugh and cry,
And live with no apologies...
Please say,
I don't apologize for feeling.
And despite all the ways that I will grow,
Will my smile stay the same?
Oh, I love it so,
I hope it never changes.
- C.c
