Playing Games

PLAYING GAMES

"He loves me

He loves me not"

A simple game played
In the hearts of young girls
True or false?
I ask, only because
Because a young girl
Is in every woman
And every woman

Has the same question
The same game
Flipping their hearts over
And making their world
Go twirling through the universe
Even though it feels crazy
You feel funny
You're still on your axis
Spinning just like the world does.
Picking flowers
From your neighbors garden
Playing with your hair
Looking down at your feet
You think about those seven words
And smile a little
Skip a little
Dance around
Just like the butterflies
In your tummy
Brushing your heart
With their soft fluttering wings
Like the petals
On that tiny key
That unlocks your heart
And makes you vulnerable
Vulnerable enough
To wonder if it's right
Wonder if the fortune is yours
"He loves me
He loves me not"
Only you will know
You'll find out soon
He loves me
Play the game
He loves me not
Another flower
Without it's wings
Laying on the sidewalk
Next to the feet of
A million people who walk past it
They never notice it there
And never know
Just what it meant
To the heart
Of one little girl.
She wishes on the first star
She sees every night
And hopes her dreams
Will come true
Some day.
Some day soon
They'll all become true.
Some days he loves me.
Some days he loves me not.
I guess it really depends on the flower?