He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not ballad

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He loves me, he loves me not
Broke up or tie the knot
Just tell me I’ll be alright
Does he loves me, or loves me not?

On the count of three, I wanna see
Dear calla lily, please tell me
Just wanna know what’s in his heart
Does he loves me, or loves me not?

If the last petal will say he loves me not
It doesn’t matter, I’ll be alright
Though I know I would be hurt
Does he loves me, or loves me not?

I hope he’ll know I love him so
Through these petals, he’ll know it’s true
All I want is to win his heart
Does he loves me, or loves me not?

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I graduated high school at Dumaguete City High School, Calindagan Dumaguete City, Philippines. I took up Basic computer literacy last 2009. I love researching stuffs for my own good. I love reading novels and love making poems. I started making poems since I was 18 years old. I only make poems during my free time and during weekends. I love being alone and sometimes I love blended up with nature than ended srewing up with people around me who don't want to try to understand my personality. I have a very short memory of conversations and people around me. And I have the very worst sense of directions. Please visit this link for you to be sure about the information you are looking for. Thank you.https://www.facebook.com/miszxchillprincess.VerlizaGajeles
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