• My petals dyed blue from the tears shed.
    A stem, like thread, to hold my head
    But as hard as I try,
    And as much as I cry,
    It's no use.

    I'm surrounded by nothing and no one.
    My faultless flower friends have all run away.
    My stem's too thin and pathetic,
    So I have no choice but to stay.

    Though it sounds like they left me alone,
    No, this blank space sewn, I did all on my own.
    I wanted to be forgotten...
    I suppose?

    Though I may just be a flower,
    And this all seems quite sad,
    And I already realize,
    Some better choices I had...

    The past is gone
    And I'm stuck with this.
    But with my surroundings drained,
    I now see something I had missed.

    I see the sunny sun, up in the sky above.
    And the emptiness seems much brighter.
    Though my faultless flower friends left,
    Potential took their place
    After all, this is my blank space.

    Living with just rain, would make me wilt and die.
    Living with just sun, would make me burn and fry.
    But living in their harmony is helpful, and I know,
    Because here with my nothingness,
    I have so much room to grow.

    I've made some bad calls,
    But I regret what I thought.
    So tie a string to your finger...
    And Forget-me-not.