To Let A Flower Decide Poem by Hailey Agnew

He loves me,
He loves me not.
I sit here and pick apart this flower,
Instead of just asking him, because i’m a coward.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I wonder if he does,
And then I wonder if I’m on drugs.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
What will it end on?
Will the all-knowing flower be wrong?
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I’m insane,
I’m in love.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
Could he ever love me?
Will I ever find out, or let the idea rot?
He loves me,
He loves me not.
Will he not?
If I fall with I be caught?
He loves me,
He loves me not.
His arms are open,
His arms are gone.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
When will I find out,
And stop picking apart a flower to be taught?
He loves me,
He loves me not.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
This flower has alot of petals,
Now I come to the last to be dropped...
He loves me,
He loves me not.
...
I guess I’ll never know.
Maybe next time i’ll use a rose.