Laura London 
Petals
Loves me.
Words spoken
by the sprinkling dust of the southern
sea
Loves me not.
Hearts broken
when he said he wanted to be
free
Loves me.
Futures planned
for as long as stars twinkled
above
Loves me not.
Hopes dashed
on the ancient alter of our stale
love
Loves me.
Still dreaming
he would hold me in his arms once
again
Loves me not.
Withering flower
I hold with thorns, tears, blood and
pain
Loves me
.
Loves me not
.
Loves me
.
Loves me…
