Our love was a field of flowers,
you were the gardener and i was the stem,
which held up the roses that had petals which were tiny prayers-
does she love me, does she love me not.
One by one the prayers fell to the ground and love felt like a coin.
With two sides- does she love, does she love me not.
I stay holding on to the prayers hoping you would water our love but you never came.
I fell to the ground same way i fell for you.
Helpless, withered and broken
You let me down.
It was an illusion the whole time, how did i not realize.
The coin had the same writing both sides-
SHE LOVES ME NOT
If i had paid attention to the details, to your white lies, threats to leave if i fuck up, I wouldn't be here on the ground.
But if love is a coin, i toss it in a fountain of hope that it becomes a field of flowers watered by someone as beautiful as you.
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Thoughts and Feelings
RandomSnippets from the Heart. It's just short poems and thoughts that i have written in my memo. I hope you relate and upvote :)
