When I was little
I could never remember the name
Of my favourite flower.
Pretty and blue
With bright yellow spots
They were called forget-me-nots.
Some things want so badly to be remembered,
To stay on my mind,
Even thoughts that weren't so kind.
It's funny how the things we want to remember
We forget
And the things we want to forget
We remember.
At the most inconvenient of times.
I pushed you out of my memory so long ago
I thought I had truly let it all go
But no matter what I try to suppress
What happened happened
And I don't think I will ever forget.
All wounds can reopen
I was caught off my guard
Now there's no doubt
That my memory is scarred.
Some moments are better left
In a locked up box
Honestly tonight
*I want to trample all over those forget-me-nots.