Loves Me, Loves Me Not

December 19, 2017
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The thorn stuck in my thumb,
After walking through a field of roses

The red stain
On my fingertips
From picking off the petals

 

Loves me, Loves me not  

 

A bouquet of flowers
Set gently
On my front porch

Roses,
Bright red
With lovely intentions

 

Loves me, Loves me not 

 

We were the flame
That burned
Red hot

And grew
Until the whole world
burned. 

 

Loves me, Loves me not  






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