Do You Love Me
Picking these petals off these flowers.
Listening to the thunder and rain showers.
Feeling my heart recieving another crack,
Not knowing if you ever coming back.
Do you love me?
Do you not?
Hoping for these petals to give me a reply.
But they say nothing and the flower dies.
My hearts a game and I'm losing quick.
I think of you plays and I'm feeling sick.
Do you love me?
Do you not?
These questions are haunting and I'm not sure.
With the water in my eyes my vision is blurred.
I guess I'll never know as I lay in my bed.
I hold onto my hearts pieces, my answer left unsaid.
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