Once love was the case, but now it is a race...
A race of whos gets undressed quicker, yet want something bigger...
Bigger than 'friends with benefits', bigger than my heart calling it quits...
I made my mistake and screw 'us' up, now I want 'us' back but I guess I’m stuck...
I’m only 'friends with benefits' because I thought it would help my broken heart to mend...
I want the relationship not the fun, I want his heart not his 'gun'
Don’t get me wrong the fun is great, but 'friends with benefits' isn’t my fate...
Sure I wanna feel his hand caress my body, and sure I want to be a little naughty....
I want us to be tons more than being his whore...
A race is now the case, but I want our love to be unerased...
My heart doesn’t want to call it quits, so therefore we are just 'friends with benefits'
Devin wellman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/benefited-friends/
