Nineteen and me

Nineteen, your up next in my story The anticipation, the fear, the wonder of what will be written on your pages Is almost too much to bear. Nineteen, this is dawning on me all the sudden Should I feel older? While constantly being told to enjoy my youth Nineteen, please wait, hold on and give me some more time Your both what I eagerly await and what I wish to escape. Nineteen, your my symphony with no orchestra I’ll unravel you piece by piece, play you instrument by instrument You belong to my future but you exist right here in my presence I’ll search for ideas, tales of heroin women who’ve come before me on the tv screen While I daydream about who I might be at nineteen Will eighteen say goodbye? Wish me farewell Or vanish, without a hey, everything will be okay. Nineteen, please don’t rip my girlhood out from underneath me I’m still only a leaf hanging off a branch waiting to become a tree Be kind, Be gentle. Im fragile and I’m sentimental Nineteen, this is potential A greatness you only know can exist because it hasn’t been born yet Waiting at the cusp of my innocent hands I’ll handle you with upmost care and respect in which you demand Because Nineteen, I do believe your a privilege What I get to experience with you now Leading me through a lifetime of learnings, it will lend its truth to me. When the time comes Nineteen, you will show me the way When I knock on your doors Let me in slowly Embrace me, Captivate me with your elegance In a way that screams Nineteen.. this is the best year I’m gonna have yet.