Pluck a flower
End it's life to try to predict mine
Maybe I'll get my happy ending
She loves me
Except I'm annoying and burdensome
She won't keep me around for long Once she really knows me
No one would
She loves me not
But she keeps glancing my way
She's saying things that come off a little too friendly
It has to mean something right?
She loves me
Poor little flower
Your petals won't change my fate
Yet perhaps if something as beautiful as you
Is plucked and severed upon my accord
I'll at least have control over one beautiful thing in my life
She loves me not
Imagine-
You've said you find beauty in me
How is that possible?
Like a rose calling a dandelion lovely
The appeal might be there at first
Yet truly I am just a weed
But maybe... She loves me?
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Poetic Whispers
PoetryMy most often updated work on wattpad, which contains many different poems from love to several darker themes
