Sometimes I feel that
I'm in love with you.
But then I realize that
NO this can't be true.
Sometimes you hint me that
you are in love with me.
But I guess that
this just can't be !
I was there for you
when you needed me.
You were there for me
when I needed you.
Remember those days when
we were of little height ?
Playing in our garden
till it was twilight.
Me and you grew older.
The bond got stronger.
But I could never say to you
that I was in love with you.
You reflected but I resisted.
This can't happen, I knew.
You are my sister,
I can't be in love with you !
11 comments:
Original ?
Yes ! :)
"poetry is not words but soul reflected on the piece of paper...
a good one evolves far before
it is jotted down "
....... anon!!!
gud work keep up
i know this is not a good one :D
nice one :D
Are you reading a lot of Freudian philosophy these days?
doesnt kno much abt poems...bt it looks good..:P
no...this is my own philosophy :D
hmmm.. contoversial.. actually not, from what the definition of 'love' is in dictionaries, you can love your sisters :P
i m still laughing..u shd try ur hand..errr..pen at satires!! good luck!! :)
good one !
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