I say that my affection is platonic,
but I mean that the way I fake smile out of conflicts.
I want my mind wrapped in yours,
my skin ‘n yours turned mobius strip.
I have heard your voice crack at the fringe,
‘n I’ve talked you back,
rather than runnin’ off.
‘n you’ve listen to my mind wander too far down that path,
that ain’t platonic,
it don’t have to be more than it is,
I ain’t against it bein’ more than it is,
but that ain’t platonic.
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