Petunia

The most ideal flower is he loves me not
A perfectly plucked even, keeping sacred that I'm odd
Subtle serendipitous sign
Whispers you are divine
And you can pluck off
if you think that is fate
Finally, anomaly, A flower breaking the cliche
Not for love, or your vase: growing wild and untamed
PLOT TWIST: The sun basks in me
from all I'm radiating
And you can pluck off
If you think, you can take
I don't need no
Over-precious tender
I will grow on my own
Until I return to sender
He loves me, he loves me
He loves me, He loves me
He loves me not
A perfectly plucked even, keeping sacred that I'm odd
He loves me, he loves me
He loves me, He loves me
He loves me not
A perfectly plucked even, keeping sacred that I'm odd



Credits
Writer(s): Fern Enley
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