He loves me not-Gothic Angel   Author:  55386  Category:(Poetry) Created:(9/29/2004 3:24:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (573 times) Sitting in my pasture, the wind blows all around The grass is dancing, the creatures make sounds Picking a flower from it's resting place I try to think back to all the memories I should erase Everything I remember of you, clings right onto me Haunting me forever and more, it just won't let me be So I pick a petal off "He loves me" I utter I pick another petal off "He loves me not" I mutter And so I spend my wasted hours, picking away my life Remembering how I used to think of being your wife You broke my heart, and I picked it up and cried Trying not to feel the happiness that had suddenly died Glueing back together, what I thought that I could fix But I'm just picking flower petal, as time ticks "He loves me, he loves me not, oh how I want to die, Just fall away into this pasture, and live within the sky" The flower I have picked, is now limply dead Picked away at until there were no more answers said And oh, how the conclusion, isn't what I sought.... "He loves me....He loves me not...." -Heather AKA Gothic Angel You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  55386 ( Click here ) Spring is coming