December, 2015
You say "I love you" and get upset for no reply,
meanwhile I am slowly pulling this knife from my chest.
I slowly back away and start to cry,
for to me it is "you are my sister, no more and no less."
👁 1💬 1
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Log in to leave a comment.