When I was three,

Swings made me happy 

Laughter and joy and flurries 

Love was my spoken language 

Never seen life on faded beige

When I was eight, 

It's when I lost my first bate

Felt what it's like to be jealous

The first time to feel down

But I still had the platinum love

When I was twelve,

I tasted sunshine 

I touched independence 

Distinguished all shades of courage 

And memorised what victory looked like 

When I was fifteen,

I learned not to trust 

Understood how roses stab

How angels are undercover devils 

Then moved on 

Now I'm seventeen, 

I'm a cloud of drenched memories

A sprinkle of a dreamer

My world is mysteriously private 

But I still grasp on my innocence 

When I become twenty, 

Older version of the three year old

Still in love with swings

Experiences carved onto the soul

And still moving on

When I'm gray, 

I will smile in remembrance 

Of the perfect silhouettes 

That I have painted 

Back in the colourful days