Counting On Falling Petals

Picking petals off a flower,
They tumble to the ground,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
Around until the answers found.
The last petal falls,
Down with it all my dreams,
You see me loves me,
Then he loves me not,
Switching automatically.
One day he’s around to love,
The other, nowhere to be seen,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
How happy we could be.
He loves me,
I’m happy,
He loves me,
You’ll see
He loves me,
I love him and everything we could be.

 

He loves me in my dreams,
By the morning I will have forgot,
He loves me,
He loves me,
He loves me, not.
~Leah

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