Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ripping Petals

He loves me
We revolve around the dance floor as one.
He loves me not
The argument is never over until he's sure he's won.
He loves me
We watch as the lightning skips across the sky.
He loves me not
He convinces himself its okay to lie.
He loves me.
I'm showered with  roses and pretty things.
He loves me not,
Holding me down, clipping my wings.
He loves me,
I love him not.


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