Telling
Honesty takes you so far, but it’s
Cowardice takes you the whole nine yards, this
Had been going on too long, hurting too much
I told him to meet me at the park.

Refused his hugs and avoided his eye
Told him I didn’t love him any more
Silence is golden, but gold is so cold
Didn’t know speech could be so cold and hard.

Honesty takes you too far out, then it’s
Guilt that will follow you home in the dark
Have I led him on? Has it been too long?
This is how strains of bitterness are caused.

And not knowing or wanting to find a way to stop
I continued where love left off and hurt starts.