Sitting on my sleeve
The green being grew accustomed.
Flicked off, he flew in free fall,
"That predetermined drop must be awful"

I have been lost for one day too many
it wasn't until now that I realized.

On that day I woke up with a stranger's eyes,
and what I saw I knew was new.
I left my home after taking a while
to try and recognize the face and smile
All the features staring back were me
but in reality couldn't be true

Walking now I feel the shoes
in which this day chose me to fill.  
My downcast eyes-- by my feet mesmerized--
had hardly familiarized themselves with the world.
The spectral haze crept on the horizon,
the fog's clearly opaque clouds drew around me too.

I now knew each moment was a lifetime lived before,
as each day was a new life that starts the same.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Words often used
but cliche is not you;
yet anything I'd say
wouldn't be new.
I wanted to see comparable beauty
so a pretty picture I drew.
Intoxicated by your beauty
my feeble attemp I rue
where my hand will fail
my unoriginal phrases lieu.
So here is the poem
whose words will ring true
well through the 14th
'Til forever plus a few:

Faith in women was lost,
but your eyes always renew
feelings that are harbored
and I want to eschew.

That is hardly a negative
but why, I haven't a clue
I'm an out of place Cinderella
and my foot fits the shoe

I'm eleven strokes to midnight-
this I'm sure you knew-
such an idea kept my mind busy
while waiting for the day I'm due.

So similar in mind,
logically grounded, but creativity flew.
The stars have us adjoining
by Aries' days one and two.

It was as if I put my hand to a mirror
but I don't remember who withdrew.  
I only see a backwards glance and smile--
stunned, I had not a thought nor word to spew.

It's embarrassing to admit
but your attention makes me mew
the noise is internally heard,
and externally I'm a rouge hue.

Your past came back to visit
from its repeat I hope you grew.
Penelope's Box has again been opened
so of your suitors, there must be a slew.

Time is one thing I do have
so take longer than you have to
the reward will be worth reaping
when, again, those tranquil thoughts ensue

Birthdays are foolish;
a day is simply a day,
nothing is special.

The circle of life
proves that it will never end
with each new sunrise.

When I close my eyes
I fall from the sky
gasping for air,
while squinting I cry.

Nauseously excited
Landing will be a cinch
knowing I'll stay safe
while the onlookers wince.

Over head I see a plane
one day I will fly,
and if e'er I climb too high
I know I'll ne'er die.

I don't know quite when
but one day the world will end
will you join me then?