Sailboats

You'll find her in the corner,
Between "lost" and "never found".
Rivers run from her eyes to chin...
Forming oceans on the ground.

She stands there waiting... waiting for
Someone to come around.
Folding paper sailboats,
She heaps up in a mound.

Sailboats made of letters,
Words of ink she never read.
Covered with tear smudged writing,
Of things she wished she'd said.

You'll find her in a corner,
That is flooded full of tears.
With sailboats and her deep regrets,
She's collected through the years.