He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

 

The cold air brushes across my face,

He stands there silent,

Without a trace,

 

The world passes by me,

leaving me here,

Left with nothing,

Only my fear,

 

I sit here in the grass,

Pondering my past,

 

I pick up a flower,

I pluck by the hour,

 

He loves me,

He loves me not,

Will I wait here,

Or rather be shot?,

 

The world stands before me,

Leaving me options,

I wait here.. delicate,

Holding my cautions,

 

Love is far,

Love is near,

Who will find me waiting here?

 

Author's Note

Reviews

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I think you father is a very wise man. Everything in life is some sort of a stepping stone leading from one place in our existance to another. You speak the truth, in that we have options. Everyday brings us countless doors to open, windows to peer through and pathways upon which we may run, walk or even crawl.
I found this piece refreshing and writing with much insight.

Wonderful Words.

Tara M Stone