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Picking Petals

June 13, 2014
By MsGdawg2 BRONZE, Topeka, Kansas
MsGdawg2 BRONZE, Topeka, Kansas
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He loves me, he loves me not.
Picking petals to determine my fate.
The feeling of desperate love is beaming.
My heart is like a machine gun, it going a million miles an hour.
One petal gone, another gone, another.
I see him walking down the sidewalk.
He stops and smiles.
His smile is the gateway to heaven.
I stand up and make my way to his presence.
A door closes as another girl walks up to him.
She kisses him on the cheek, while he blushes.
He looks at me as he walks away.
I make my way back to the porch again.
Picking petals to determine my fate.
He loves me, he loves me not.


The author's comments:
For all of you people who just can't find the right person, I feel you. It is the most awful feeling in the world when your crush is in love with someone else and I get that. I hope this poem inspires those who just can't find the right one and I hope they get the important message of this poem. Don't be a beached whale. Get up on your feet, drag yourself to reality and keep looking for that special someone.

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