Sing me to sleep
Soft gentle melody
That takes me across seas
In beautiful pea green boats.
Tell me a story
Of the life I will lead
Of castles and princesses
And mid-sentence I will fall
To sleep and to
Wake up someone new
Is an initiation
Into a world of womanhood.
Blankets do not protect me
Anymore, I just face the nights alone and
Be the story I was always told.
Oh when did I get so old?
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
