Que of Remorse

April 4, 2010
Trailing after paper airplanes
Thinking of cookies wrapped in cellophane
The warmth flows through me
It's so obvious to see
That no matter what they do
To whatever que
My smile will remain
Growing in place
My eyes will glitter
With it all showing on my face
Oh fickle twilight
Oh woeful dusk
My mind lay blank with trust
Fingers quiver, hands shake
But still it's all I will constrain
My bodys still, locked with winds embrace
Lost in the memories of late
No one can tell that I'm fake
that my smile is of another year
One that held no fear
Every blink flashes me back
Reminding me of what I lack
Sweet denial haunts me now
Yet regret evades me somehow

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