Seventeen will be such a glorious age,

So much is known, yet there is so much

left to be learned.

The girl in the yellow dress thought

She knew all about life, hers and others

One awful moment

and she saw the rest of her life was played out in detail

She knew how it would go, she knew how it

would end.

Seventeen is such a glorious age to be

So much is perfect, yet there is so much

beauty in imperfection.

The girl in the yellow dress thought

she was the best she would ever be,

the most beautiful,

the most intelligent, the most mysterious.

She decided to stay seventeen forever,

immortalized.

Seventeen was a glorious age,

so much was decided, yet there were so many

decisions to be made.

The girl in the yellow dress didn’t think anymore,

and pushed down harder on the cold blade

on her veins.

Remembered by the world as a queen,

a girl almost as perfect as the straight lines

on her wrists.