Love Sick,Chronically
...............pluck,she loves me
Pluck,She loves me not
Pluck,She loves me
A single petal on the daisy is left untouched."fluck!!"
Admant that a third time should be a charm
He curbs the rules a bit
.....Pluck,she loves me a lots!
His stoney face cracks up with a smile
And eyes starts emitting rays of joy
A frown decorating his countenance a few moments ago
Dissipates and disappear
He refuses to hearken to the voice of fate
The Voice of fate echoed by her words
The words "I'm sorry ,we just wouldn't work "
And tunes his brain to think only how they are meant to be
How there is no other outcome save for that possibility.
He would chase that wind for the rest of his life.
Never catching it
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