Friendship of a Platonic Kind
Baby Grand Piano, playing its tune
While we ignore the elephant that’s in the room
Shaded by truths, that mourns and glooms
Drifting by in the afternoon
This is my apology, I owe to you
For the dents and cracks I’ve been meaning to smooth.
As I take this chance, I’ll say to you,
Some of the things I’ve been meaning to.
I’m sorry, the first, as cliché as it is
I’ve been rude and unforgiving by delaying this.
This thing, between us, is nothing new
I think it’s terrible; what I put you through.
And even though the sky might fall,
I’ll be here standing through it all.
Because just like that, my wonderwall
Proudly shines, and when I call...
You always answer, slowly at first,
Aware of the danger, tending the thirst
Associated with me, my moods so foul
I hope you think I’m worth your while.
Away from life, I beg for an end
You pull me back, with kind words, my friend.
I punish you cruelly, with a deadly silence
We fight with our hearts, to find a balance.
And though this bond we have is strong
Sometimes we drift, goodbye, so long.
However, we come back and re-ignite our flames
Holding our heads high, misplacing the blame.
Tender moments, we share so often
Are ruined by me, please beg my pardon
The wool is lifted, we’re no longer blind
This is our friendship, of a platonic kind.
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