What type of world
Was created here?
To make friendship
A gossamer veil?
Based-
On the appearance of perfection, yet
Built-
On the fragile stand of trust.
What gave me the conviction
That rose colored glasses
Were the perfect answer?
When the truth lies,
And the truth lies in a utopia?
Can this be fixed?
Can this sudden lack,
Of faith in relationships,
Be mended?
With words that have plagued us
Since the beginning,
And lasted no more then a week?
Can the doubt
Of abandonment retreating
Be pushed into a box and locked away?
Away from this world,
Where friendship is a gossamer veil,
And friendship
Is but surface smiles
And close pretenses
In a game to make life seem so perfect.
