ten petals left
he loves me...
he called me beautiful
nine petals left
he loves me not...
I'm just a girl hiding behind dusty books
eight petals left
he loves me...
he sat next to me and told a joke about Jupiter and Juno
seven petals left
he loves me not...
everybody knows him, nobody knows me
six petals left
he loves me...
he texted me good morning and good night constantly
five petals left
he loves me not...
I can't sing, I can't draw, I can't dance
four petals left
he loves me...
he held my hand in a room full of people
three petals left
he loves me not...
even my reflection in the mirror hates me
two petals left
he loves me...
he said so, he said so
one petal left
he loves me not...
he deserves a Barbie, not a loony
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kryptOnite
PoetryI write because nobody listens. --- A poem collection Written in 2 languages EN/ID Updated (almost) daily © 2020 by ohjuliette - Highest rank: #2 in poems [June 05-09, 20] #1 in words [June 10-13, 20]
