16 Forever

I dream of a castle

where I never grow old.

I am 16 forever,

forever alone.

I stand on the parapets

and stare at the clouds

and life means less everyday,

when I’m 16 forever

and all I do is stay.

And all that I once loved

turns musty and stale.

What’s the point in forever

if forever is pale?

I suppose life would be lifeless

without mortal constraints

but I’d love to be timeless –

at least for a day.

A little piece I wrote a while ago. One of my favorites I’ve written, to be honest. xx inkgirl

Copyright 2022 Leona Petrovic

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