At Sixteen
Love is the color of life
And you dreamed you'd be his wife
A boy, a girl in a brand new world
All wrapped up in a colorful you
The rainbow that leads to a pot of gold
In a time when you could never grow old
At Sixteen
Sixteen,
What you were
What you are
What might have been
At Sixteen,
Sixteen
The place you start
To live and grow
Hold onto sixteen and don’t let it go.
Yesterday becomes black and white
Like the moonlight that kisses the night
Darkened by skies of coal
Life an onyx ocean no deeper than 3 feet at the shoal
Just shallow enough to get your feet wet
But at that depth you can never forget
Sixteen,
At Sixteen
What you were
What you are
What might have been
At Sixteen
Sixteen
The place you start
To live, to grow
Hold onto sixteen and don’t let it go
Hold onto sixteen and don’t let it go
BR Sept 2017
- Author: magenta1 ( Offline)
- Published: September 8th, 2017 23:08
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 38
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