Sandpaper

A sandpaper glance coarsely soars
among the rough dimensions of my
young, romanticised eyes-
leaving all the particles of chance
behind in an intricate trail, 
flitting gently across the 
far textured wall. 
Rustic in solitude, patiently 
awaiting regret in lost love,
a decipher for the folly of
lying perceptions. 
All but in a glance-
I'll trace your figure to smooth
the edges of my mind, coating them
in the fresh paint of your image,
a little rough in all of my wrongs.