When your 17
And she’s snuck out late at night
Don’t tell her you love the way her hipbones stick out at her side
Don’t kiss them
Don’t tell her you love her long, blonde hair
Because she will grow,
She will grow vulnerable
And her body will grow strong
For the words you spoke about her bones,
The whispers you sang about her hair,
They will grow
And so will she,
She will cut her hair short like she never said she would
Her hipbones will hide away for the baby she may one day bear
Those things you once praised
No longer remain
So how can she still be beautiful?
Instead of admiring the things that will change
Admire the things that will always remain
~ shay
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
When your 17
And she’s snuck out late at night
Don’t tell her you love the way her hipbones stick out at her side
Don’t kiss them
Don’t tell her you love her long, blonde hair
Because she will grow,
She will grow vulnerable
And her body will grow strong
For the words you spoke about her bones,
The whispers you sang about her hair,
They will grow
And so will she,
She will cut her hair short like she never said she would
Her hipbones will hide away for the baby she may one day bear
Those things you once praised
No longer remain
So how can she still be beautiful?
Instead of admiring the things that will change
Admire the things that will always remain
~ shay