"He loves me He loves me not"
I sing to myself
As I pick the violet petals from his mind
I watch them... as they fall
Glistening in the ray on light that is my faith
I watch them turn to gold when they meet the soil
Rooted by the repetitively consistent thoughts of his
"Loves Me"... "Loves Me Not"
I found myself watering his petals with my tears
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