Guiltily In Love...


Slowly, he inches forward
And leans over me.
He looks into my eyes
And I just can't look away.
His hands slide around my waist,
And slowly, his grip tightens.
I hold onto him, but deep down...
I want to get away.
He kisses me softly,
I can feel him in me,
His scent fills me up,
His warmth touches my heart.
He holds me tightly,
And kisses me on my forehead.
I want to speak up,
But I'm filled with guilt.
I know I'm lying and I want to confess.
I remind myself, that I have no rights to play with his heart.
I want to tell him everything, even if it means I'll loose him...
But instead,
I lean on his shoulder and hold him tight,
I love him, but the guilt eats me up...

Comments

  1. Sakhi.July 13, 2010 at 12:16 AM

    awesome!!
    just too honest!!
    n i really loved it :D
    dun ever think of deleting..!!

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  2. Vishal RajJuly 13, 2010 at 1:41 AM

    Yes! Telling truth is most daring thing to do. Accepting truth is much more that that. I feel every word.

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  3. ShritiJuly 13, 2010 at 1:50 AM

    awwwww

    its cute! ^^

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  4. Aparna (Life Takes)July 13, 2010 at 3:32 AM

    sweetly penned !!

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  5. Blasphemous AestheteJuly 13, 2010 at 7:11 AM

    telling the person how you feel, sometimes it helps on many things. But at least it takes the load off the chest.

    Nice one

    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  6. Rooj SiddiquiJuly 13, 2010 at 10:31 AM

    Utterly beautiful and honest.. loved it :)

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  7. RitikaJuly 14, 2010 at 1:18 AM

    Aww.. That was so sweet.. :))

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  8. supriyaJuly 14, 2010 at 10:53 AM

    what a transparent post..!! kudos..!!

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  9. Sh@sJuly 15, 2010 at 11:58 PM

    Truth is bitter.

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  10. Tripthi BattapadiJuly 23, 2010 at 2:04 AM

    WOW!
    Awesome-ness!

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  11. Gautam AnandJuly 31, 2010 at 2:03 AM

    Okk.. guilty or not .. I don't know.. but talented you are ..

    Hey Dear I'm Back

    Awaiting your comments on my new poem to see is I am as good .. or have I rusted in these 3 months !!

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