"He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not..."

A poem of childish naivety and the utter blind belief in things that are not true, of the innocence and hope that flutters like a bird but will inevitably soon be shot down dead as you are exposed to the harsh reality of living...

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1. Flowers

"He loves me, he loves me not."
The petals drift through the breeze.
In the innocent days of gentle shade,
Sticky fingers wiped at grass-stained knees. 

"He loves me, he loves me!"
The stem falls to the ground.
Hearts soar above the skyline,
Like kite strings, suddenly unwound.

But he loves you not, he loves you not,
Your childish game proved wrong.
And now all the flowers are wilting,
Your petals of innocence are dead and gone.

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