You hold my hand
And lead me downward
And as my body crashes
So does my heart
And my brain
So filled with curiosity
At the words
"Little sister"
Im not your sister
I never quiet understand
Why it is you call me that
I don't mine the name
But I simply prefer to be called
"Sapphire"
You're lovely
Not your
"Little sister"
Your intent gazes
Your hands clasping against mine
They make me shiver with delightfulness
But then
You say the words
"Little sister"
And they make me wonder
Which way do you care for me?
Romantically?
Or brotherly?
Do you love me as
Sapphire, your "little sister"
Or as your "dear sapphire"
Only time will tell…