*(alone in a room, wit a rose, peel'n off the pedals...he starts)*

she loves me,
i can see it in her eyes when she stares...
the way she can't hide that she cares...

she loves me not,
hates me wit a passion, you can tell from the way she speaks...
can't seem to understand, how when she talks it makes me weak...

she loves me,
know'n that jus brightens my day an, fills my heart wit joy...
couldn't take it if i were to find out that, to her i'm jus a toy...

she loves me not,
not lov'n me, is to crush my heart in her hands...
she's the thing miss'n in my life to complete of be'n a man...

as each pedal falls to the ground,
it tells me if you love me or not...
in the sweet aroma of your perfume i could drown,
without you, i'd rather rot...

pain doesn't come close to describ'n what you make me feel,
when i'm not wit you, or you not wit me...
they say love doesn't exsist, but this sure does feel real,
in your arms is where i would love to be...


she loves me,
that's the only thing that matters...
love ya smell of roses, candy, an lather...

she loves me not,
now, i don't know what to do...
noth'ns gonna change ya mind not even "I love you"...

so for the rest of my life i'll be left in depression for the way i've fought,
for your love, though now i know that you love me "NOT"...

*(puts his head in his hands, cry'n, for he now knows the truth)*

This was a damn fine piece, bro...

..i mean it....you took it on in a fresh and original way...and wrote it 'on the edge'...or so it seemed to me anyway...

...really cannae say much more...just a class piece...flowed effortlessly too...

respect...

PS

..should reply to other peoples if you want people to comment on yours...

yo dawg, this waz a madd tyte piece, much propz...i waz feelin it, u had a good topic and laid it all out madd nice too