one rose
six petals
he loves me not
written on each one
the stem is a beautiful green
each thorn is like a blade
she holds it in her hands tightly
her heart is unafraid
its fragrant smell hypnotizes her as
blood drips through the thorns
her fingers are stained red
her body forlorn
she doesn't feel the pain
for she picks each petal with a grin
she pulls for the truth
and so it all begins
6 he loves me not
5 he loves me not
4 tears began to pour
3 he loves me not
2 he loves me not
1 and then there's no more
she is surrounded by petals
breathless yet bold
her heart is stagnant
her skin is cold
The rose is dead
her cheeks are wet
all she can do now
is learn to forget
she wipes away tears
her feeling are rot
she smiles and then whispers
"I guess he loved me not"