Egg Shells
No more walking on egg shells
or stroking one mans pride
My wounded heart is open now
and at last so are my eyes
No more empty conversations
pro claiming he's the best
If truth be known his actions shown
He's just like all the rest
There is so much to be thankful for
I'm healing from the fall
But he's the one who's suffering
He could have had it all...
Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2010
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