Emerald amber mixes in between
the eyes that I stare into, and pray I am unseen.
Glass fogs and the words appear
to be smudged into my quaking fears.
Nose curved like a bell
that I adore from beside you, is this a fairytale?
Younger, I feel, daring I fear, I stumble and converse
hoping to see a glimpse of a crater in the smile I curse.
I feel uncanny in a wonderland, like wendy in neverland.
Like the desperate tiger lily, I feel so silly.
As mad as tomorrow.
I feel this sorrow.