Could we ever fight?


Always more

If ever
We could fight
I guess it would be
Over
Who loves the other more

But there again
When we are one
What's the point
Of fighting

Or may be
I would be happy to surrender
That you are right

I love you more
Or may be
You love me more

Till the time
It is more
And always more
I am happy.

And forget fighting
I don't even know
What's sulking
For there is a pleasure
In waiting
And I thought to
Let you know

I am just sad
Sometimes
When we miss each other
But then
I have learnt to have
Conversations with you
On paper.




Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2018-09-18 at 19:05

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I read two stanzas that I love in this poem. The first one is:
"For there is a pleasure
In waiting
And I thought to
Let you know"

And the entire last stanza is perfect.

Waiting is hard but it's also a time for thinking and for loving.
Great poem.
Ashe
2018-09-19