Mature in her youth.
Young in her maturity.
Oh, to be sixteen.
Growing old too fast.
But growing up too slowly.
Today: infinite.
Tip-toeing the line
Leaping 'tween the trapezes.
Balancing it all.
Aged so sweetly, loved
So deeply; she is a bud
Blooming in winter.
She is a princess.
High heels, a little black dress.
Face lit up with hope.
Bid old days so long.
She will dance alone no more.
We all go with her.
We all grow with her.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Mature in her youth.
Young in her maturity.
Oh, to be sixteen.
Growing old too fast.
But growing up too slowly.
Today: infinite.
Tip-toeing the line
Leaping 'tween the trapezes.
Balancing it all.
Aged so sweetly, loved
So deeply; she is a bud
Blooming in winter.
She is a princess.
High heels, a little black dress.
Face lit up with hope.
Bid old days so long.
She will dance alone no more.
We all go with her.
We all grow with her.