• I thought he loved me,
    It just so happened,
    He did not.
    Pluck at the flower,
    The outcome will be just the same,
    My hearts stays to rot.
    He loves me not...

    The petals,
    Fall slowly from my fingers,
    The only color in the dark.
    I hunt another flower,
    Reach out and grab one,
    Like blood to a shark.
    He loves me....

    Only even numbered petals,
    I search for the flower,
    That’ll give me what I want.
    It’s only in my head,
    But I want his love.
    I end up .. with no flowers to hunt.
    He loves me not...