sketch me the smiles you would not make (for me)
(or perhaps i should just smudge y o u:
your intricately stenciled-existence;
with my maskara-colored t e a r d r o p s)
because i'm writing my diary each day
growing as a total amnesiac
(or i have a short term memory perhaps)

my irretentive memory is failing me
so you should start redrawing them for me now
(and in a Rossetti-like fashion please)

i think i'm starting to forget
and im not sure if you still remember
the day i fell --- > for you
(just help me paint the memories that we know so well)

Author's note: for Rossetti, im pertaining to the Victorian poet-artist Dante Gabriel Rossetti. pls do try to look up some samples of his work in the net