Plucking petals from a single rose, thinking to herself as the petals fall...
" He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not!"
With every petal she had plucked, her heart sank, and her hopes had dropped.
Days went on without a call, her eyes watered, her head hung low; as days went by without a word...
Her tears had dried, her heart turned cold, the soul he lifted; now so low...
Begain building a concrete wall around her frigid heart, to protect her from the heartache, and the hurt.
The idea of being alone again grinds into her brain, the thought of him only drives her madly insane.
She thought she felt a love so pure, had opened a door that had been bolted before, only to be left standing alone, wishing she had never let him get so close.
-Tina C.
