forget me not
in these icy times
where roses bloom
from shards of glass
and stain your skin
with irrefusable blood
forget me not
when the sun stops shining
and solemn black settles on us
don't let it plague your mind
setting us apart in spirit
or we will wake alone
forget me not
like love has before
risen me to new heights
fed me light to make me blind
then leave me out again
to lose my mind
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
