Eggshells

May 28, 2014

We laugh as to hide the

Times where we cried

We push on steadily

We pretend they never shattered

but these eggshells here

Will they ever truly be restored?

We tread as to not cut ourselves

On the mess that we've made

The problem here is asking

What we had can it be remade?

There's just a part of us

A little trigger in our brains

Reminding us of humpty

Who couldn't be restored again

The eggshells are all scattered

Here across the ground

We wish they were still together

We should've never thrown them down

We try to salvage what we can

But just can't look past the pain

We can't because the trust we had

Will never be the same ...

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