Walking on Eggshells
Wandering eyes, scattered lies
An endless line of temporary goodbyes.
Long silent nights filled with common secrets,
Longer days filled with a building weakness.
Strained shaky voices and trembling hands,
Too many maybe’s and if, but, or and’s.
A slam of the door and one single look back,
Somebody had simply been waiting to crack.
An over-played track had come to its end,
There was no space left to forgive and bend.
The lies let loose and became painful truths,
And all the goodbyes had played out their youth.
The night became silent with no more to hide,
And the days once again became a steady ride.