Clumsy [completed]

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It was three years ago that I met Adam.

I was in the park, plucking pedals from a flower.

He loves me,

He loves me not,

He loves me,

He loves me not.

And just like that, I ran out of pedal's.

I always ended with the not part.

It made me said,

That I could never be loved back

From any of my numerous crushes.

But he came,

Flower in hand.

He sat down next to me,

And started to pluck the pedals.

She loves me,

She loves me not,

He shot a smile in my direction,

Then continued through the rest of the flower.

She loves me!

And that was all it took for our little romance.

He was so happy,

Why couldn't I see the sadness that consumed his heart?