At Eighteen

At Eighteen

A Poem by Mrs.Sophrosyne
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8/13/2012 Title image by sweet-reality-xo (http://sweet-reality-xo.deviantart.com/)

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The warm months of summer are fading fast

Washed away footprints in the sand

At eighteen, I see my life flying by.

Hot, sun baked days, and cool nights

Growing older day by day

At eighteen, I can feel it in my chest.

I want to slow down now

Just stop right here

At eighteen, I wish I could stay.

You make me want to relive this

The saltwater kiss on my skin

At eighteen, I never want to go home.

Never grow up, never settle down

Never twenty eight with kids and a job

At eighteen, I don’t want to grow up.

Right now, anything is possible

Right now, we’re on top of the world

At eighteen, I just wish it would last

Just a few more sun bleached days

Hold my hand till summer ends

At eighteen, I don’t want this to end.

Summer is fading fast

© 2012 Mrs.Sophrosyne


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