Celestial,
Tell me how earth pointing us.
Denied, but the truth is we are magnets.
You stood there next to her, but something pulled you.
I sat there facing him, but something pulled me.
even no contact at all,
your sadness my sadness,
your joy my joy,
you know it like I know it.
Attracted us to the middle,
and facing all.
How far you go,
How long you denied,
How much you resist,
It all naturally platonic,
that
We are magnets.