He loves me, he loves me not.
As simple as it sounds –
with a fistful of daisies, affection is sought.
He loves me…. He loves me…. Not.
A fistful of daisies is my life’s lot.
But he’s clutching daisies, too, plucking their crowns.
He loves me? He loves me. Not
as simple as it sounds.
Or, a different take with a couple of tiny strategic edits:
Where the Petals Fall
Or, a different take with a couple of tiny strategic edits:
Where the Petals Fall
He loves me, he loves me not.
As simple as it sounds –
with a fistful of daisies, affection is sought.
He loves me…. He loves me…. Not.
A fistful of daisies is my life’s lot.
But she’s clutching daisies, too, plucking their crowns.
She loves me? She loves me. Not
as simple as it sounds.
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