teenage fever

they say we don’t appreciate 

what we have when we are young

i have finally come to appreciate

now that my teenage years are done

nostalgia beneath my feet 

of running havoc in the street

with 10 missed phone calls from my mum

 playing out without the sun

the scars remain on my legs

of jumping straight out of my bed

with confidence and big dreams

and never running out of steam

to show the culture in my hips

laced with denim engulfed in rips

fashion statement or just wild

the beauty of being a teenage child

but the awkwardness of a growing chest

the choice between a bra and vest

the curse on woman caused by Eve

the separation i begin to see

the memories lie in my arms

his are strong and bold 

mine feeble and bland

the differences begin to show

the echoes of a lingering no

but my lips can’t help but interject

i can achieve whatever i project

my heart begins to accept

a unity of mutual prospect

we leave with a state of mind

evolved and developed over time

but experience i will never forget

of the teenage years i'm glad i met