When I was a little girl,
I loved to pick forget-me-nots.
Their delicate blue so enchanting to my six year old eye.
I'd try to braid them in my hair,
But they'd always just end up a knotted mess
That I couldn't fix myself.
And I feel like this is what we are.
You tell me not to forget you,
To always keep you close.
So I try to braid your sweet words and promises in to my hair,
A constant reminder of you.
But they always get tangled up,
The memories quickly followed by bitterness.
It would have been easier had you left me nothing.
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Fair or Free
Poesia"See, I know life isn’t fair or free Never turn your back on family And even though you love me, let me be I’m sure, I don’t need you anymore." - Loyal Friend and Thoughtful Lover by The Wind and the Wave A series of poems stemming from one of the m...
