Forgotten
I’m really not remembering
Those things I wish to bury
I keep them hidden quite away
From lighter ordinary
Things and purposely forget
The combination to the lock
So I won’t have to have to face those things
I’d rather have forgot
It truly is convenient
And I’m doing oh so well
Just thinking of the things I want
To think about and tell
So little artist child I beg you
Not to dig too deep
It surely is much better
Just to let forgotten sleep
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Love that you’re talking to your inner artist child! She can be a tricksy one!
Thank you 🩷