Forget me and all our memories
Forget me and all my fairytale dreams
Empty jar of honey now fill with lemond
But remember how I was sweet before
bitter Broke through and tear me in,
Forget my voice and hands of a Baker
But remember the taste of goods-
𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓.
-ashes poetry
