She loves me, She loves me not.
What a silly way of slaving my heart.
She loves me, she loves me not.
Don't be childish they said, you see dear... Flowers still rot.
She loves me, she loves me not.
"no more", cried my heart.
I only will ever say it three times, sadly this is not my 'book plot'
But does she love me?
And the wind whispered back...
"she does not".
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Love Me Not
PoesiaWhen someone asks you if you understand, they really don't expect you too. Ultimately no one can understand you more than yourself. They say nothing teaches us like our experiences. That you have no idea what it's like to feel heart break until yo...
