Picking Petals

Picking petals off some flower,
or tossing a coin again and again.
Reading horoscopes or zodiacs,
or adding numbers of your name.

Oh I have tried it all,
but still my foolish heart,
so very confused, anxious,
does hopelessly remain.

I look into your eyes,
listen to all the words you say.
As clearly I can, I ask you,
but all just goes in vain.

Its as if you have closed a door,
or maybe you had never opened it.
But these feelings that you hide,
cause a whole, hell lot of pain.