The Forget me nots
They're on the side of the path
Aching to be remembered.
They are the homes of
The fairies,
the faes, and the elves.
The wind, it
whispers through their core
Desponently, they move with it.
The blue-magenta color
piercing, through the visible spectrum of light.
Their homes are submerged
in said dripping pigment
Wavering, hopeless
For centuries now
drowning in forgetfulness.
Just as the knight
in shining armor
who fell in its weight
into the Lethe river.
Who picked the flower
for his maiden
to demonstrate
his faithfulness.
"The last remaining sign
of my desire is my name.
I beg of you to
Forget me not."
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The Non-Binary Poet
PoetryA compilation of poems about love, and loss, being a daughter, and a human unacknowledged, with a heart aching to be loved. *slowly adding media * Sorry for any inconvenience with the format whether you're reading from a phone or a Laptop- i'm c...
