growing up – Queen of Elves

Gathering

I’m eighteen and I’m standing in the doorway of your house And you are telling me it’s just a phase Couched in your scorn is implied meaning That I am wrong to claim this part of me as identity And soon I will realize it I’m not surprised to hear this from you I didn’t… Continue reading Gathering

Nostalgia

Summer’s languishing end Makes me a child again I have just become aware Of this thing called Time I am realizing suddenly That Forever is so brief That life is coming to claim me The hours are no longer mine My feet are cold standing On the sun-drenched asphalt My hands are dirty clutching A… Continue reading Nostalgia