I keep trying to convince myself
there's no way for me to love you.
I dont love you.
I can't love you.
I should not love you.
"Friendship" is the magic word
that should always be a border between us.
But the love keeps knocking at my door,
and brings the truth which cannot be denied;
that I want you in every aspect of my life,
even though this love
will only be a fire with nowhere to go.
(And deep in my heart,
I can feel that you have the same war:
convincing yourself for not loving me)
Kanya Puspokusumo, 2016
http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
I keep trying to convince myself
there's no way for me to love you.
I dont love you.
I can't love you.
I should not love you.
"Friendship" is the magic word
that should always be a border between us.
But the love keeps knocking at my door,
and brings the truth which cannot be denied;
that I want you in every aspect of my life,
even though this love
will only be a fire with nowhere to go.
(And deep in my heart,
I can feel that you have the same war:
convincing yourself for not loving me)
Kanya Puspokusumo, 2016
http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com
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