Platonic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Platonic love.

Submitted: January 08, 2012

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I’m tired of writing about you.

Picking up my dusty old book.

Scribbling so called feelings.

All because you made a move, any move.

Just like a marionette.

And I handed you the strings.

I’m tired of dreaming about you.

Placing my sleepy head, each night, on your shoulders.

Though you were unaware.

Counting down to the possibility of tomorrow.

Pretending not to feel.

But really hoping you’d come through.

I’m sick of wondering how your mind works.

What makes you tick, tock.

Why you pick up the phone but refuse to speak.

Show the kindest affection.

But rejection drowns me in the end.

I’m sick of calling you the inspiration.

These high’s and low’s that I’ve constructed.

And still surprised at every drop.

Hurt at each sharp turn

You’ve had no role in this creation.

And thus no power to set me free.


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