He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

A Poem by [email protected]^^3r0n

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?


© 2011 [email protected]^^3r0n

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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

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Last Updated on February 24, 2011


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Granite Falls, WA

Hello. I'm Kameron K. Blair. I love anything and everything. I like writing mainly short stories. (only because i dont have the patience to write a novel.) I always end up getting cluttered with all t.. more..