She was a flower child,
But saw herself as only a sprout,
And all the beautiful flowers,
Laughed when it was asked about.
But they should have remembered,
Their own tiny start,
Before they laughed and mocked,
A broke a forget-me-not’s heart.
She was a flower child,
But saw herself as only a sprout,
And all the beautiful flowers,
Laughed when it was asked about.
But they should have remembered,
Their own tiny start,
Before they laughed and mocked,
A broke a forget-me-not’s heart.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 