forget-me-nots

whispered prayers in the wind
hope that it'll carry my voice to you
staring at the looking glass
but i can never get through

hold me like you'll break me
it doesn't matter if you do
steal my breath and life
and take it into you

a cold broken corpse
amongst a field of forget-me-nots
blank eyes to the darkening skies
even in death they sought
(for your face, they sought...)