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.
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