The New World

stuck in a lie afraid to confront the nature of a friendship after a relationship

What is left

between the broken hearted

and a man who scorns? 

words unsaid 

glances never met 

a friendship that is a lie 

veiled discontent

why let this continue? 

I want more 

but can't ask this of you

I smile always 

keep the truth hidden 

afraid to confront it 

I'll just runaway