There once was a flower
petty and blue
filled with endless happiness
and rainbow kisses
I started to pluck the petals off
one by one
"He loves me, he loves me not"
now a flower is such a heartbreaking tool
it decides your future and your death
The petals sank slowly in the ground
digging their roots into the ground
"He loves me, he loves me not"
There were only a few more
to pluck off the flower
almost nothing left
on this little ray of happiness
"He loves me, he loves me not"
just a little more and all will be done
"He loves me not"
The flower was done
it had told me it's answer
but I must admit I had cheated
for I had plucked another petal
off of another flower
"He loves me"
