In memory, not myth

For let me be remebered Not cherished, loved, adored God let me be remebered Despite all of my flaws Let me not be an angle In the eyes of the world Let me not be diluted By the demise that was hurled From exaggeration set me free Let my wit travel beyond me How my soul bleeds in poetry How fiery I was when angry Let my essence be known In flower patterned clothes In flields and Meadows In cherry red and pink tones In self hug and tight hugs In angry tears, friendly hair tugs In soft songs and jazz tunes In brown eyes glittering like sand dunes In hard work and dedication In the love for the books of fiction In the soft breeze of the summer In being nice to a new comer Let me be remember and not idealized For all I once was and will be For the trees near my tomb Would whisper in the wind The story of the girl who resides within