Forget Me Not
On her right arm a beautiful blue tattoo comes alive
But her face holds a sadness that crushes what her arm strives
In my eyes her perfection was only missing by a sweep of smiles
But if only I had looked much closer I would have seen
That the beautiful flower had a yellow stain within
A message of ‘forget me not’ is all she’s been saying.
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