my love for
her
is strictly
platonic,
because what else
could it be?
I sit on her
couch
and smile at every
single
word she says.
Her soft hand
touches
my knee, exposed
by my shorts,
as she laughs.
Out of nowhere she states,
“I like the
idea
of heaven, but
only
if there’s not a
hell.”
I realize then what
triggered
that statement.
we were talking about religion,
ironic to me is just that,
we were talking about religion
while I worship the
ground
she walks on.
My love for
her
is strictly
platonic,
I worship her,
but only as a
friend.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
my love for
her
is strictly
platonic,
because what else
could it be?
I sit on her
couch
and smile at every
single
word she says.
Her soft hand
touches
my knee, exposed
by my shorts,
as she laughs.
Out of nowhere she states,
“I like the
idea
of heaven, but
only
if there’s not a
hell.”
I realize then what
triggered
that statement.
we were talking about religion,
ironic to me is just that,
we were talking about religion
while I worship the
ground
she walks on.
My love for
her
is strictly
platonic,
I worship her,
but only as a
friend.
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