Treasure Island

chris littlejohm


Unrequitted


Friends and lovers there's
hardly a difference you still
Say 'i love you' but share conflicting
Benefits.

You talk all day and listen
All night during troubled times
You hold each other whispering it'll be
Alright

You know their dark and
Deepest secrets and exactly
Where their emotions are
Kept

But still your scared to say
' i want to be with you' lest
they look upon you as a fool
For ever thinking that they loved you too.

Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 25, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (4/25/2013 3:44:00 AM)

    love is the deepest secret of a successful life. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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