Second (not totally, only half) Failed Attempt at a Villanelle

Alternate title: Of Forks and Playthings orsomethinglikethat.

The words all spilled backwards across her face,
Good morning, goodnight, farewell, and hello,
And let her sleep at peace in leather walls with her age.

I never know what to put for a date.
Is it ever appropriate for when I read tomorrow?
The words all spilled backwards across her face.

Dear Lovely, I only dance like a kite, to sway.
Sat on a shelf to look like everything and not show
And let her sleep at peace in leather walls with her age.

I feel the sun starting to fade
Why not times like this for the rooster song to follow?
The words all spilled backwards across her face.

Dear Lovely, he'll notice my voice someday.
Sit a pen at mid-morning on paper of snow,
And let her sleep at peace in leather walls with her age.

Whenever it is I leave this place,
I hope my tired existence you will still know.
The words all spilled backwards across her face
And let her sleep at peace in leather walls with her numbered age.


Praying that I can edit this drastically by the time the "final" draft is due. And that he won't make us write any more villanelles.