The Flower’s Song

Loves me,

I count the petals in my hand
and think about the times we were.
The petals fall from my grasp
like how the time slipped through our fingers.

Loves me not,

I think about how you smile
How we used to smile together
How there is nothing left in your eyes
like everything is left in my heart.

Left me,

I wish there could be an us
Just like how there used to be.
As the petals fall, so do the tears
and they all fall down.

leave me not.
Please.

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