FREED VERSE

The twinkle in my eyes will fade to stardust one of these days.
    My dewy skin will give way to darker nights; 
    These smooth, bright eyes will have seen better days
    and this brash smile will turn to glass. 

Youthful naivety, they say it is, to seize the day
     before the cracks begin to show.
But would I live to regret maturity 
     if after the sunset I'm left seeking
     a memory that never existed?