Platonic

Thats what we say

people still think it's romantic

we take each other to dances

and buy each other flowers

but she is the closest thing,

to a sister i have

she cares

i wear her clothes as i write this poem about her

her colorful hair

he grey eyes

and bright smile,

its platonic

i promise

yet no one believes

she means the world

she will leave some day

but not unless i leave too

we are stuck together like glue