Officilize
Friends with benefits every Thursday after school
You put your hands on my hips and bring me up on your stool
We giggle and we kiss, we touch and we feel
But inside I know our feelings aren't real
It's fun for now and I have no complaints
But I know our relationship has so many restraints
We can't hold hands as we walk down the hall
Because God forbid we're seen by anyone at all
I need some security, some way to be sure
That you really do like me and your intentions are pure
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Mar 11, 2007.
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this is the story of my life