Cautious

Funny, how friendships slip through your fingers,
Like the tiny grains of sand,
Or time spent with a loved one,
Wishing you could bottle up this moment,
And shelve it right next to last month's issue of Vogue,
Because the time spent in a moment,
Pinches a nerve,
And leaves a pain,
It wounds you,
Poisons your thoughts,
And memories forever,

So you think maybe it's better,
Not to get involved at all,
Can't be hurt by losing something you never had,
Right?
Maybe I will stay in this room,
Away from the world,
Lock up my life,
And throw away the key,
Out of sight, out of mind,
Yes!
I believe I will,
I've got my Vogue and bottled moments,
And now I must wait,
Wait for my sanity to find me.