A red flower swaying in the breeze
Plucked from the freshly watered ground
each soft and silky petal
coming off with just a gental tug.
I ask myself with each petal
He loves me, he loves me not
Not knowing what its going to end on
Hoping with all my heart that he loves me.
With only a few petals left on the flower
knowing what its going to end on
I let go knowing in my heart
I dont want to know the answer yet.
As I walk home leisurely
letting the wet grass embrace my feet
I wonder if hes going to be there
to tell me the answer those petals hold.
Author notes
Its a rough draft I'll add more to it later.
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