"she loves me,
she loves me not."
the petals fall
one by one
hiding the fact
that flowers don't
tell secrets;
and if they do–
who would trust a
flower's judgement?
it was like eeny, meeny, miny, moe or whatever;
we knew what we wanted, even if we pretended we didn't.
so we'd pick the one (whether it was the flower with the even petals, or the item we'd start with) that we knew would give us the favorable outcome. we just like humoring ourselves.
also i couldn't think of a good title,, sorry!!!
