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Jul 2013
He loves me
We stayed up talking until 6AM

He loves me not
You called me by her name again

He loves me
You made promises I thought you might keep

He loves me not
Your face interrupted another night's sleep

He loves me
You phoned and said you'd waited in the rain for me

He loves me not
Then told me I was cold and ignored me completely

He loves me*
Apparently even pretty flowers can be lying little *****.
Not very good, but I had the idea one day when picking daisies on a walk and despite not having enough skill to execute it well, I wasn't able to let the idea go. So here it is.
Written by
CMT
603
   mushroom faerie and MITCHELL
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