Forever Seventeen

A birthday cake with candles, nothing short of seventeen. Another year to make a wish, is there nothing in between? My diary is nearly empty, a page or two last week. How the girls are impressed, about my new spring physique. And soon I will be driving, days will seem like hours. I still remember third grade, how we used to pick flowers. My taste in music changes, I let down tied up hair. Covering myself with makeup, and caring what to wear. I lose all track of time, painting my finger nails. Long phone calls at night, itching for all the details. If this is really growing up, I know now what they mean, Lock me in my room, forever seventeen.