He loves me, he loves me not
a tear begins to form
He loves me, he loves me not
a seed of fear is born
He loves me, he loves me not
my heart will not settle
He loves me, he loves me not!
I crush the fragile petal.
What if he never loves me?
My brokenness won't mend
I pick another daisy
and start the count again.
He loves me. He loves me!
Joy becomes a sigh
For just a tiny spark of hope
a flower had to die.
Amanda Edwards (c) 2013
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