Platonic, by beccamarie Subscribe to rss feed for beccamarie

i wont be one of his girls
i refuse to be one of his girls
we're just friends
who once did a few things
but everythings platonic.
platonic talk.
platonic hugs.
platonic love.
platonic friends. 
but then you take a swig.
pick up the phone.
give me a ring.
platonic is twisted.
and everything changes.
we're back to messing around.
but then morning comes.
and that swig has settled. 
and we're back to platonic. 
platonic talk. 
platonic hugs.
platonic love. 
platonic friends.
except now.
now i'm "one of his girls"
something i never thought i'd be.
i never wanted to be.
so next time you take a swig.
next time you pick up the phone.
don't call me.
not if you're twisting the platonic.
not if you're changing our ways.
i won't be one of your girls.
i won't be twisted.
i want the platonic. 
Posted: 2007-01-02 17:25:20 UTC

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2006-05-09 23:26:39Faith
Gotta hate when boys do that, eh? Pretend your friends only to mess it all up by wanting to be more! Well done.