Walking on egg shells
Afraid all the time
It’s hard to accept it
You’re no longer mine.
Where ‘s the attraction?
The nights of pure lust?
Now all that you feel
Is distain and disgust.
So tired of your comments
Remarks … and complaints
You’re no Prince Charming
No you aren’t ….no you ain’t.
No way to go back
No way to rewind
We can’t sort it out
Can’t fix it… this time.
The sense of remorse
The sadness , the pain
The hurt and regret
Is all that remains.
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