He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
One petal pulled
Two petals
Three
They float gently
Back to the ground
He loves me
I pull another
Its silly I know
He loves me not
But isn't that life?
Silly?
He loves me
I already know the answer
So why ruin this natural beauty?
He loves me not
I guess that's just me
Never really sure
He loves me
As I strip the last petal from the flower
I close my eyes, a tear running down my cheek
He loves me not
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