There is a line,
I can't cross.
There is a limit,
To my proximity,
Physically and emotionally.
I can talk to her,
I can enjoy her company,
I can look into her eyes,
But still,
Only secretly admire her smile.
I am the one,
She shares with.
I am the one,
She considers always there.
But I can't show her my side of the coin,
Just cause,
I am friend-zoned.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...