Box it away

Hatred gets confused with frustration
The love in my heart lingers,
Awaiting to be boxed away
A friendship awaits on frustrated
soundbytes, The score we both know
all to well.
Should friendship be devoured
by the fear of trust?.
We both love, The evidence is accepted.
If guilty of such crimes then
send us both down.
For what we can't control,
For how we feel inside,
Should not be assumed
or foretold to pass.
To box it up,
To box it up and place
in safe keeping,
Is a pact shared and
acknowledged to be right.
It's there, We know of it,
There's no need to speak of it.
The trust has been floating around,
Never has it been tested or broken
in years past.
The time of friendship is at hand
Or do we float from one cryptic
line to another?.
Looking for a catch, only to throw it
back in and start over again and again.
We can't fall away,
We can't fall in either.
Stuck in the middle again,
we tread careful waters,
For fear of drowning alone,
We will be swept under and lost

Frienship arrives in many forms.
Some forms would sit in a
complexity of emotional stress
If not boxed such emotions away first.
Electronic would bring it's own
copy and paste woes.
So for now we sit in the frustration
of untrust.
Hatred get confused with frustration
When it need'nt be.