i want to let go.
and i want to forget.
but if you want to forget, you have to deal with being forgotten.
and i am not ready for you to forget me.
a legend says that the creator thought he had finished giving the flowers their colors, he heard one whisper, "Forget me not, O Lord." There was nothing left but a very small amount of blue, but the forget-me-not was delighted to wear such a light blue shade.
i think that honestly,
i will take from you
what i can get.
what you are willing to give.
i can be satisfied with friends, i can be satisfied with strictly sex.
but the thing i want most
is for you to forget me not.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Scorpio Lover
Poesiaeverything was beautiful about him. his eyes. his hair. his lips. his hands. his nose. his stomach. i don't even care about
