If my heart was a seed And sprouted veins That wanted to bloom The bud would be you. Blue petals of a Forgetmenot That he picked And quietly said "she loves me, she loves me not". I would wince with each ***** In marvelous pain. Closing in on each moment that you held the fragile stem between strong fingers. Every bit would float away with the wind, Casting your wishes into the sky. When the stem is finally bare And you thow it to the ground I'll be left for dead, But just know she loved you. And as the remaining wilts You'll be forgetting But I will always be remembering Hoping all your wishes come true.
There will never come a day: 1. I stuck my head out of the window in rain Without looking for your presence in between 2. I drink coffee, any kind of coffee Without pretending it's you I am drinking 3. I see lines of poetries Without reading it in your handwriting 4. I blow a candle Without imagining it's her in your heart
(I tried to read a boring book as if it were your letters ---- But you've never sent me one)
I think I will walk out today, ill turn and look the other way Put my darkest sunglasses on and stare directly at the sun When I look back nothing ill see But a bright white glare where you used to be Our names scratched in to old concrete And a lingering taste left not so sweet Ill leave a note slipped under our front door Each word more lost than the word before Picture painted at a lonely pace Now drawn in soft lines on your face Lines that are now filled with tears Memories of days and weeks and months and years Time together spent so alone A lesson ill learn on my own Photos faded chipped and cracked and worn Slowly decay beneath the burning sun The sun will set on a forgotten grave Where lies a piece of me that died that day No stone marker there no epitaph Overgrown with weeds but not far off the path The path that you will walk if you search for me The path that leads you to this old oak tree Beneath I sit alone with pen in hand I write this to you will you understand You’ll forget me not though feelings fade Ill pluck a flower as I walk away Petal after petal and step after step As the petals fall so days I will forget I do not look back after the last one drops For the last one tells me that she loves me not (c)2008 CJG
-forgetmenots- he is a bouquet of forgetmenots and cigarette ash. remember when there was no bed. remember when i was so happy you were here on the floor with me. forget me- he has. always saying the worst before he goes. sticks stuck in my mind. make a mess. you’re going to make a mess. forget me- he does. but never lets me do the same. remember- i do, forgetmenot. but i will forget. the forgotten always forget. mossy dead bones. green grows on even the most forgotten trees.
dreamy lover boys. remember when remember when. remember when i said goodbye. remember when you said take care. remember when i hugged you too tight. remember when i walked away.
Through the gardens Head over heels Over and ahead hills Time met a forcefield... "Love Metaphor's Field" Shall we cross The lines of the path Pass pastures The past matters It's the path to the present Pleasance Now Is the time To take the future A few Daisies at a time Thier radiance So similar to the sun But Sunflowers disagree To the utmost degree And they still wave Peace The Rose says Romance is beauty In the eyes that behold her Forgetmenot's Are unforgiving To those who don't... Memories Remind us Of the pasts importance And we move foward Through assortments of bouquets New day Others aren't as please The violets hide under trees And shade thier purple face And sing the blues No jolly Oh Holly ornaments Hang accross vines And intertwine tight as twine Or a kiss... Tulips under the mistletoe Such bliss
As free as insects The Beatles Eat the ripe fruit of life We share No one cares There's Strawberry Fields Forever Sweet scents As we swing Life has been like a Jasmine Imitating that yellow sun And it's will While we walk without haste Through Love Metaphor's Feild
Don't forget your the person wrapped in a bow waiting to stop the tears and put on your best show. Don't forget the forgetmenot lying on your grave all of the came from the last bouquet. One thing is new in this, I loved you forever and always, the sad and the bliss.