Flower Petals


He loves me not.

One petal gone from my forget-me-not.

He loves me.I recite sitting under a tree.

Another delicate blue petal falls to the ground.

Inside my heart my hope is found.

I put this flower through so much hell .

So my fate it will tell.

And as the last petal tumbles.

All my hope crumbles.

The flower's last revenge, all it has got.

He loves me not. 

The End

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