Cotton candy filled mouths,
kids asking, "Will you be
my Valentine?"
Remembering simpler times,
listening to Bjork talk about
when even she remembered Innocence;
I want to go back,
I want to go back.

It was too long ago,
the best vacation I never
knew I was taking.
Suppositions and hesitations
were all still in the womb,
didn't see my sisters till I was in
my teen years and I wish I could
remember how to be.

Watching movies in confusion -
she loved him,
but with him,
   what to do,
   what to do?

Figured, easily,
leave him,
go with him
as mother's voice discerningly informed
it's never so easy while
I find I’m that girl from the
movie, finding  it easy to stop meaning
it when I say, I love you
while falling for her, the girl
I never said it to before,
shouldn't say it to now or never;
fear grips me as normal and
the ease to reject such notions
is just my imagination,
the only kind I have left.

I continue to play the greatest
role in the greatest movie.
The lights shine too bright,
the make-up is done up just right
as the audience clamors for me,
I'll put on such a show.
I’ll wow them all.
All right, Mr. DeMille,
I'm ready for my close-up.