Companionship

Love is dead.

All there is left is companionship.

The night before she left you laid a kiss on her forehead.

She must admit she misses you, but she prefer friendship.

Perfect guy, but money makes her happier.

Matter over emotions.

She has been shattered before; no time for that now, she is a breaker.

Happy she thinks she is, ignoring her true passions.

As long as nobody catches her in her white lie.

Her happy life she will continue living.

No one will ever see her cry.

And her heart will keep on  beating.