Flowers do grow on thoughts.

Forget me not.
The fragrance of my skin.
My habits, my eyelashes.
On your dreams
my blond hair.
The way I look.
At you.
with the bleary thoughts.
And the morning giggling carrousel.
The way I make you mad
or kiss you inch by inch.
The way I forget everything
but do remember lyrics of our songs
or what you've done wrong.
The non existing difference
between my yes-es and no-s.
Forget me not.