Lost In The Words

A Game Of Luck

The falling petals tell me,

He loves me, he loves me not.

Let's try, a game of luck,

Something in reality, can it work?

With first petal fallen to the ground,

Our first meeting clouds my mind.

And here falls another one,

That smile which might gave some sign.

The third petal is here falling,

'He loves me' is all I say,

Going crazy, doing insane things

Was something my brain replay.

The fourth, fifth and the sixth petal here falls

And the beat of my heart

Finds a racing pace,

Seeing you by the pillar

With a bag on your back

A smirk which defines something as killer.

I may think I can change you and you'll fall for me,

But just saw you, kissing a girl,

You seem happier

With your arms around, embracing her.

And as I pluck the last petal,

'He loves me not' are the words I said.

The florals leafs of a black rose,

Lie beneath, in solace they bred.

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