Power of Not Knowing

I see you changing girl

From Day to Day

Impressed by and trying to imitate

Those who are older

Those who are colder

Suddenly embarrassed by your age.

Our bigger blessing, girl

Is being young

The power of not knowing

Where you belong.

I try so hard to keep it

Not to lose that secret

Waiting for someone like you

To come along.

Maybe it was me

That made you old

Stole whatever it was that

Made you glow

A little touch of something

A lot of work for nothing

And now our heart, once open,

Will be closed.