He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Tearing into the petals,
staining my fingers the blood red color of love.
Plucking them off one by one,
knowing the result would never change.
He loves me not.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Poetry for the Lovesick
Thơ CaSick of falling in love with someone who will never feel the same way? Here's a cure for you! Step one: Cry and capture the tears Step two: Mix in nutella, wine, and a crap ton of vodka. Step three: Turn on Netflix and listen to Adele while beating...
