she was forgotten. she was no longer important. everything was different, now. she would never go back, once gone forward. she was a memorie, slowly fading. she was forgotten. and never to be remembered again.
i’ve been forgotten by people. they’ve moved on. im have started to forget myself. i am forgotten. forgotten for good. and never to be remembered.
Anna Tomassi
How could I be forgotten! I gave you all of me and you gave me none of you! I thought I was important. I knew and recognized your importance. What about me!
Sherry
She had become exactly what she never wanted to be.
my feelings were forgotten you were in bed with me at one point and out the next. you wanted to be mine, but somehow that was forgotten about as well.
Sherry
The world had forgotten which way to turn. It was a problem. Sixty seconds after the world forgot, a man called Giles woke up and remembered he had lost his wife the day before.
Patrick Awty
I forgot what I was actually going to write. A story? Yes. That. Well, here goes. Once there were only 60 seconds for me to write a story.
Lydia
forgotten. never. forgiven? perhaps. It’s not easy to forget the pain you endorsed, especially when you throw it in my face everyday
It’s alright to be forgotten if you were happy in your life. What’s important isn’t what other people think or know or remember, it’s if you were satisfied at the end.
Life is a journey meant to be explored, we have tragedy and comedy in our lives. Loved ones die or leave but are always in our heart. Never completely forgotten. They change us, leave a mark. Every little thing that happens builds us to be who we are today. To become who we will be. ‘Que sera sera.’
why are you etched
so deep
into my memories
that you cannot be forgotten
thought of you burns
like flames
searing my skin
she was forgotten. she was no longer important. everything was different, now. she would never go back, once gone forward. she was a memorie, slowly fading. she was forgotten. and never to be remembered again.
i’ve been forgotten by people. they’ve moved on. im have started to forget myself. i am forgotten. forgotten for good. and never to be remembered.
How could I be forgotten! I gave you all of me and you gave me none of you! I thought I was important. I knew and recognized your importance. What about me!
She had become exactly what she never wanted to be.
my feelings were forgotten you were in bed with me at one point and out the next. you wanted to be mine, but somehow that was forgotten about as well.
The world had forgotten which way to turn. It was a problem. Sixty seconds after the world forgot, a man called Giles woke up and remembered he had lost his wife the day before.
I forgot what I was actually going to write. A story? Yes. That. Well, here goes. Once there were only 60 seconds for me to write a story.
forgotten. never. forgiven? perhaps. It’s not easy to forget the pain you endorsed, especially when you throw it in my face everyday
It’s alright to be forgotten if you were happy in your life. What’s important isn’t what other people think or know or remember, it’s if you were satisfied at the end.
Life is a journey meant to be explored, we have tragedy and comedy in our lives. Loved ones die or leave but are always in our heart. Never completely forgotten. They change us, leave a mark. Every little thing that happens builds us to be who we are today. To become who we will be. ‘Que sera sera.’