I say I love you because you said it first.
It slips off your tongue as easy as no other phrase.
But what I feel behind that needed some special moment.
What you feel behind it I have no clue.
He loves me.
A petal broken off floated down..
If he knew what it meant for any acknowledgement to me would he talk more?
If only the conversations came from him first would he feel happy to do so?
But even with my thoughts full of him, they can never sway his.
He loves me not.
Another broken petal fell down..
I've been counting on every flower I see that he may be for me.
But no matter the flowers I buy, the wishes I make, the promises I receive,
He loves me in his words but him himself will only understand
The feeling of either
"He loves me,..
..he loves me not"
