Eighteen

18,

Age of flying birds.

18 age full of,

Roads to come,

miles to cover.

18 age of conflicts,

Hearts cracked as stone,

And problems,

To resolve.

18 age of drought.

Age in which green is scarce.

18 age of love.

Age of the white dress and

Of the tux.

Of “I do’s”

And smiles.

18 age that is wanted,

That is magical.

Sadly

I’m only 13