Petals drop from my fingers and flow to the ground
As I pluck one by one
To get the answer to a very important question
A childish game this might be
But I just need to know
He loves me, he loves me not
Slips through my mouth
Excitement runs through me
As the game comes to an end
He loves me
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The Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are a bunch of poems I've written. Some are from the point of views of characters in books, movies, and tv shows I've watched or read, and some are my own thoughts and feelings. They go in no certain order and I really wish I wrote down what b...
