Like You Always Will, Remembering my Eighteenth Year
Return tonight like you always will
Fellowships of a kind,
Eighteen years that bind
A girl into late womanhood
Wed the heart and mind.
No, I'm not blind, I see
Where this is going
I know we're both
One of a kind.
And it never ends,
Like it always will, when
The heart can't heal the mind.
Eighteenth year, rain leaves
Behind some kind puddles
And some tawdry trash
Littered lots and empty thoughts.
The anniversaries of angels
With clipped wings.
I'm going dark side on you
Fair Adelaide no more,
Spruce up your magic wand
And summon me anew.
I have nothing left to give
I have nothing to forgive
Annihilate me, I'll self-destruct
It's all the same to me.
My children perhaps of a lesser
God
But human beings, they can be,
Angels embodied nigh, I trust
They'll find their own kind.
When eighteen, I pray for them,
Fighters be, confidently keep counsel,
Keep it together, let them be.
Don't be left stranded at crossroads
Branded by faux destiny.
Return to me again, so,
Like you always will,
Sweet melancholy music
You hurt me still.
© Amrita Valan 2017

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