Wednesday, April 30, 2014


Each turn of the flower
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me 
He loves me not
Turn the flower again, girl
The spin makes me dizzy
The scent drives me mad
Keep turning 
Keep plucking 
If only this flower would stop
Regrowing its petals
This long, unending love chase
Has no happily ever after 

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