He loves me not.
One petal drifts towards the ground.
He loves me lots.
The last petal drifts without a sound.
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PoezjaThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
He Loves Me
He loves me not.
One petal drifts towards the ground.
He loves me lots.
The last petal drifts without a sound.