the rain is crushing the flower in all its beauty

as she plucks her last 'he loves me not'

the clouds are rolling in so steady

and she feels as though she should have fought

on the one hand she thinks its not her fault

but more often she knows that it is

shes the one whos fallen again and again

and shell never forget thats shes still his

but even though she loves him

he doesnt love her back

and even though she knows this

the tears come rushing back

so even though she knows shes already already lost

she hopes theres an extra petal on her 'he loves me not'

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