She loves me
She loves me not
You are the sunflower basking in the light
Whistling in the wind
Rising each day
She loves me
She loves me not
How could you pick the petals off of something so beautiful?
Unearth a living thing from the ground and slowly torture it with each pluck
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me!
Like the sunflower loves the big sun even after it has been dug up
Even after its color has been thrown to the ground with each-
She loves me, she loves me not
You are my sunflower
I’m sorry I pick on you
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
She loves me
She loves me not
You are the sunflower basking in the light
Whistling in the wind
Rising each day
She loves me
She loves me not
How could you pick the petals off of something so beautiful?
Unearth a living thing from the ground and slowly torture it with each pluck
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me!
Like the sunflower loves the big sun even after it has been dug up
Even after its color has been thrown to the ground with each-
She loves me, she loves me not
You are my sunflower
I’m sorry I pick on you
