It's sad to think
You love me now, and forget tomorrow
I let you control and embrace my life; I let you borrow
But you left it out, in the dark and sorrow
Sometimes you love me, sometimes not
Sometimes my hopes grow; to stars from a dot
Sometimes my heart's drowning; can't understand the plot
So I decided to leave
My life for you I lived
And live you a flower that holds the memories -
Memories of what men saw, as he swam by the seas
I leave a flower, that will never forget
Forget me not, I plant and it grow, I let-
You go
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Scented
PoetryI can smell colors, I can see scents, I can hear feelings, and I feel the sound of silence.
