Okay, wrote this because I’m constantly relying on the petals of a flower to predict relationships. I remember whenever it would finish on “He loves me” I would cherish it like a treasure worth millions of dollars, but if it finished on “He loves me not” I would through the stupid flower to the ground and step on it angrily. Haha, good memories.

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He Loves Me Not

“He loves me

He loves me not

He loves me

He loves me not.”

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Every second petal I pluck

Makes my heart fill with joy,

While every other

Makes a tear come to my eye.

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I’m so excited

There is only so many petals on a flower

And soon they’ll be all gone.

Ooh, I can’t wait!

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“He loves me,”

I pause.

My heart sinks.

There’s one petal left.

Finally, I say,

“He loves me not.”

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I angrily throw the remaining of the flower

Onto the floor and step on it.

That stupid flower can’t predict his love,

What idiot would believe something like that?

Besides, it’s just a stupid damned flower,

I don’t trust it anyway.

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Suddenly I see a guy walk passed me,

I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight!

In a rush, I pick out another flower from my garden

And instantly start plucking!

This time I hope the flower won’t betray me.

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Hahaha, this girl in the poem is so like me! R&R please!!