He loves me...
He loves me not…
White, unflawed rose petals
One by one
Slipping through the air
Into a pool…
Of tears.
If only I could be
Pure and unflawed
Like the rose
From which the petals fall.
He loves me…
He loves me not...
The flower is
Changing.
Losing its fullness,
It's beauty,
Being torn apart…
It reminds me of something,
But what?
He loves me...
He loves me not...
The last petal has been pulled,
The beauty is no more.
Now the connection has been made.
He loves ME not...
I am the rose,
Being torn apart by love
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
He loves me...
He loves me not…
White, unflawed rose petals
One by one
Slipping through the air
Into a pool…
Of tears.
If only I could be
Pure and unflawed
Like the rose
From which the petals fall.
He loves me…
He loves me not...
The flower is
Changing.
Losing its fullness,
It's beauty,
Being torn apart…
It reminds me of something,
But what?
He loves me...
He loves me not...
The last petal has been pulled,
The beauty is no more.
Now the connection has been made.
He loves ME not...
I am the rose,
Being torn apart by love
Another old poem that I wrote last year
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