My eyes wonder to and fro
to seek the one i truly love.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
i say while disecting a flower
i had earlier found in the grass.
All alone, no one near, sticking out
from all the others, the only one around,
no one like it, no one to understand it.
Is there another like it?
If so, will they find each other?
Probably not, he probably thinks he's all alone
in this cold, harsh world also.
Will i ever find true love?
Will i ever be loved?
Who knows
i may know him now!
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