Remember when we used to
Pick flowers and say,
'He loves me,
He loves me not.'
It was so much easier
Than trying to figure it out
On our own.
I could have been fate,
Love,
Luck,
Or just chance.
I just wish
It was that easy.
YOU ARE READING
Love Me, Love Me Not.
PoetryLove is different. Love is kind. Love doesn't judge. Love is always there, some place. Love doesn't leave. Love can be tough sometimes, but always works out in the end.
