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He loves me not.

It started out with a bouquet of roses.
Crying as he’s down on one knee and proposes.
 
He loves me.
He loves me not.
 
Now, I’m pulling petals until I pull them all.
One by one,  
I watch them fall.  
 
He loves me.  
 
He walked out the door.
Leaving me crumpled on the kitchen floor.
 
Let me pull one more.
 
He loves me not.  
 
I’m all out of roses now.  
 
Never thought it could happen,  
but the beauty of the roses faded.
 
Now they don’t look the same.  
He loves me not and it’s worse then I thought.
 I feel to blame.  
 
How can this be?  
He left me.
Written by TrueLover (Meganne)
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