Catching a glimpse,
Into our past,
So happy and naive,
Fleeting memories

Gone with the wind,
Yet it feels like,
You're still here,
Asleep within my heart,

Aching for something,
That's never coming back,
Stinging needles,
Pierce my soul.

You're silhouette haunts me,
A love that once was,
Never forgotten,
Trapped within my conscience.
© Forget Me Not