I sit on the curb
My feet in the gutter
Spilled over love
From other peoples' happiness
Draining wasted past my feet

A few 'he loves me not'
Flower petals, discarded,
Float by.
Unneeded by the enamored,
Those that have
What I yearn for

If only I had a flower
To play that timeless game
It would tell me what I already know
'He loves me,
He loves me not'
And the 'He loves me' petals
I would release, to drift down the gutter
To the feet of someone else,
To let them know they're not alone
With their flowers full of
'He loves me not' petals.

07/24/2005

Posted on 07/24/2005
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