He Loves Me He Loves Me Not Poem by katrina saccucci

He loves me
he loves me not

a tear falls from angels
when the pedals fall
a rose gains its color
every time someone falls in
with the guidance from an angel
people still need to crawl
ever now and then
but when the crow comes in

he loves me
he loves me not

he picks his wings
with a feather falls
the devil sings
a horrible song
hear the words
rose goes dead with each verse
some one tell me
what could it hurt

he loves me
he loves me not

I take to the crow
So easy does it come
From witch my angle above
Comes down to the grown
Rose loses its color
With the devils touch

He loves me not
He loves me not

by night the rose that was red
is wilted and dead