Smell of Old Roses

When I was younger

I always wanted to

 smell like old roses.

The thorns on the flowers

 amazed me.

I loved how people 

smelled like a bouquet.

When I was younger

I thought

 French was so pretty

Saying “Merci beaucoup” 

made me feel

Like a French woman

 wearing berets.

When I was younger

I loved everything

 leopard print,

In preschool, 

That's all I would wear,

Paired with

 galaxy leggings.

I never wanted 

To live in a city.

I knew 

From a young age 

I didn’t want

Money or fame,

I wanted 

Never-ending land.

I always thought

Blackberry phones 

were so cool,

Instead of 

Blending in,

I wanted to 

Stick out.

Ironic, isn’t it?

Because now,

I want the opposite.

I always wanted

To grow up.

Why did I?

I want to take it back.

I’m not scared

To grow old,

I'm scared

I won't enjoy 

The last of

My teenage years.

I’m scared I won’t

 have enough time.

I was told 

I have an old soul,

Did it want to

 grow up too?

Regretting every

Shooting star

Wasted on 

regrets?