He Loves Me..He Loves Me Not

You make me feel like I'm in a field full of daisies

Continuously questioning & plucking...

Repeating again, he loves me..he loves me not

If I keep trying, maybe I'll get lucky..

I don't like playing this guessing game

I wish you'd just tell me the truth.

If it's a yes or no just write it down

So I can read it instead of trying to read you...

I don't need or ask for much

But I'm not really the patient kind

This story is becoming old,

But for you, I'd wait a lifetime.

But in a lifetime, I assume,

My flowers will run out..

Does he love me or love me not?

Will the answer ever be found?

My fields will eventually be empty

Only dirt will embrace my feet..

If he loved me, I will never know..

Because he never knew how to tell me.