Maybe, Maybe Not

by maggalina

He sits in his mother's garden. Plucking petals from a flower. Wishing for love.

In my mother's garden

grows a blue flower

i don't know what it is called

i pluck the petals

one

by

one

by

one

she'll never love me

she might love me

she'll never love me

she might love me

over

and

over

there is one left

she will never love me

i don't want to pluck it

i don't want the mystery to

end

i want my maybe

or maybe not

to continue

forever

forever

forever

but the ~wind~ blows the

~~~~~~~~~~~~petal

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~away

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~away

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~away

from me

she'll never love me