He Loves Me He loves me Not

He loves me
He loves me not
He love me
He loves me not
Quivering lips mutter
As cruel hands tear
Petal after petal
The flower bed
Lies stripped of blooms
Soft defenceless soldiers
Lie heaped,limbs asunder
Martyrs to a lost cause
Buried under leaden weight
Of a heart heavy
With the truth
Of a love long lost
The heart knows
But refuses to believe
Eyes spot another
Bed of helpless daisies
Brutul fingers reach out
Mechanically rip
Soft petal after petal
Lips hypnotically mouth
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves.......

~JOY~

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