Petals From a Flower

This petal says he loves me,

And I’m as happy as can be-

All the love I’ve been searching for

Is right in front of me

 

This one says he loves me not-

I guess that’s plain to see

From the way he up and left

Without a word to me

 

Plucking petals off a rose

And bleeding from its thorns

We may play at being angels,

Yet each still have our horns

 

This petal says he loves me,

Of that I had no doubt;

But this one says he loves me not,

Or, it seems to have run out

 

I wonder if the flower knows

Or ever wonders why

I’m picking all its petals off

With ever-heavy sighs

 

Searching for an answer

I don’t really want to find

When all along I’ve known the truth

Deep within my mind

 

And yet I’ll pluck a dozen more

To find the answer that I’ve sought

Of whether he still loves me,

Or truly loves me not

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

This is fabulous, CI. The 3d to last stanza, wondering what the flower thinks... Love the slight switch in gears there.
Love is such a prickly creature at times. Plucking petals only serves to give your hands something to do. Time... does not solve all things just allows longer stretches between crying spells (or so I'm told). The only truth I know, is if they cared, they'd find a way to be in your life, one way or another. Harsh reality - even harder to accept when the path stays silent for so, so long. C'est la vie.

Keep writing - you've skills! Enjoy your weekend.