The one that got away

Ashamed of love for friendship lost
Of lust that tramples morality
Never knowing the right from wrong
Till hurt and lies pull through
Distinctions of treasures never found
Discouragement of gifts not taken
On to the power of thought
That never wills its wicked tongue
Doors that slam shut and never open
and open doors that are to high to reach
Love, friends and hate so thin a line
never fading no matter what the cost
Shall we always be prisoners of love,
or just handcuffed by our pride.