Truth Is Poetry
Cost of Friendship
Craig A. M. Goines
There you lay, with a look on your face.
Not mad or sad, just in a distant place.
I look at you, peaceful, lovely, and sweet.
I think of you, sexy, playful, yet neat.
I find myself, in a place, where I want you.
But afraid of saying something, because of what it may do.
I'd rather hurt inside then mess up a friendship with you.
I'd rather be alone, then undo all we been through.
Yet your smile makes me warm, and your words touch my soul.
Even from a distance, the curves on your body haunt me so.
This secret love, secret pain, secret driving of me insane.
Keeps me alive, helps me to drive, but tears me apart inside.
I never thought it had a price.
I never thought it was for sale.
I didn't know that having this would end up putting me through hell.
The secret this, the secret that, the secretness, and secret facts.
That even friendship has a cost, and a secret cost at that.
