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Eighteen is such a funny age,
you leave your youth, the adult stage.
For now I can stand up as me,
I am grown up, let me be.
But do I want to be set free?
The scary responsibility?
The broken opportunity?
To be alone, to just be me?
No give me back my feathered nest
and let me grow, to be my best.
Just gentle steps, do forward go
supported by, the love I know.
Eighteen...is just a number, but if it is an opportunity given to you to write such a nice poem, eighteen is an awesome number :)
ReplyDeleteWelcome in the "adult age" ... but I thought you already were with us, the warrior of love!
a kiss man (man now !)
Sloane
pretty good poem.
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