A Friend
I don’t want to love you,
Not just yet.
I’m not ready to settle,
And I’m sure you’re not either.
I’m not ready to chain down
My zest and my capacity;
The best of my compassion
Has yet to be raised,
And I’m sure you feel the same way.
Nor do I want to make love with you,
Not just yet.
I’m not ready for the bed,
And I’m sure you’re not either.
I’m not ready to chain down
My crest of my emotion;
That nested-bearing notion
Has yet to be calmed,
And I’m sure you feel the same way.
I don’t want Mrs. Right,
And I don’t want Mrs. Right Now;
I just want a friend.
For now.
Copyright © Brenden Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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