Girlhood is a fever, I come down with it every night,

My body rebels, rejecting nourishment and sunlight.

An inflammation disproportionate of all my limbs, aglow;

I could wander the whole world, with my lovely fever in tow.

 

Girlhood is a fever, it shattered my mother, too,

From where you were born, it cries of blood-shed, every month, anew.

With a creative flame ablaze,

that burns with adventure and daring in girlhood's vivid maze.

Oh darling, some wonders never cease to bloom,

Girlhood is a fever, it will stain every single room.

 

Silently it simmers, within me it grows,

Delusions of changing the world, a vision that flows;

My soft eyes, my magnificent mind, are a powerful source.

Novelty awaits at every turn, an uncharted course.

 

mysticism beckons me, so near,

immortality, the only life path we revere.

In the thick of girlhood's fever,

I revel in thunderstorms and rain,

Stomping in puddles (a dance of freedom,)-

I hope my dreams never run away.