I think I choose to stay fifteen
I'll just refuse to age
Why should I give up being young
When Time turns o'er the page?
I'll still wear sassy skirts and shorts
And have my eyebrows plucked
And go to all the Brighton clubs
And count the boys I've danced with.

This moment is the only time
There is, and I'll delight
In living laughing through each day
And partying each night
So turn aside your jealous eye
You know this is the truth:
All doorways open wide to me -
For beauty and for youth.

I'll not grow older, I refuse
For I'm fifteen, and I can't lose.

 

Tags: dorian, poetry