You treated me so special.
You always manage to make me smile.
You showed me you truly care.
So, do I have right to say you’re mine?
You told me you’re in love.
You said she’s a special girl close to your heart.
You didn’t mention her name.
So, do I have the right to assume it’s me?
I’m starting to doubt.
I asked your friends about this.
To my dismay, I found out it’s not me.
Now, do I have the right to be hurt this much?
She’s pretty, smart, and talented.
She’s famous in our school.
She’s lucky to have it all, especially your attention.
Do I have the right to get mad and be jealous with her?
I’m just your little sister, you said.
I’m nothing compare to her.
You said you’ll wait to her, no matter what.
Do I have the right to stop assuming?
Now I’m writing this poem to let you know.
That I’m also waiting for you.
That I’m still hoping we can be more than what we have.
That I love you enough to endure the pain.
But I just want to ask you,
Do I really have the right?