Forget-Me-Nots are my favorite flower. Around the age of 13 I figured I'd pick a favorite flower because, you know, that's what girls do. And I thought at the time someone was going to buy me flowers at one point, and I wanted something unique to tell them. Also, I was addicted to Harvest Moon at one point...one of those games does have a place called Forget-Me-Not Valley...that may have influence my decision in this aspect of girl-dom. I still love them to this day. So, I ended up writing about them today.
i often wonder what type of flower you will become
Forget-Me-Not
Memories blooming
Natured to nurture
Coddling the good times
and planting the seeds
Leading to a greenhouse
of overly groomed foliage
Popped cherry trees
and Forget-Me-Nots
The golden sun up above
blessing all the flower pots
with sunlight beams
from its growth glock
A pleasurable pain
To let the nostalgia penetrate
All the dirt packed regret and hate
As I reminisce about the better days
I have no room for roses
in this garden of remembrance
As they only look to win over the heart
Intoxicating it with an air of romance
Coaxing its beating metronome
Into a trance
That'll make an infatuation
Feel like home sweet home
But Forget-Me-Nots
are a key into the soul's lock.
Solidifying a bond
That's meant to stop Dali's melting clock
But in the back of my garden
Are empty pots
That signify a mental block
I am aware of their existence
But dismissed the substance
I often gaze at them
And see if I can recollect...
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