A Forget-Me-Not Is A Little Flower

Thomasine Dye


To be forgotten, is it such a terrible thing?

Must we to memory forever cling?


No, no, I wish to leave with no trace

Every word I said and wrote be erased


Let there be no image, in mind or frame

Let not even a fleeting thought of me remain


Oh, but a forget-me-not is a little flower

And I planted many, in long-lost hours


But it is not my love that will be remembered

Rather my shame is to be my measure


Little flowers, would you hear my cries?

Might you forget instead, that I may peacefully die?

  • Author: Thomasine Dye (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 27th, 2022 00:54
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 10

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