The
Hand that Rocks the Cradle
Part
1
Do
you dare to come a little closer?
Can
you bare to look me in the face?
What
is it about me that makes you leave?
I
do not know how to feel about it.
I
practice thinking the hole is gone,
but
the ache returns and grows in your calculated absence.
I
cry tears I promised I would not show.
But
I don't think you notice
And
would care even less.
I
need you, but
I
can not pain myself long enough to tell you
I
want you in my life.
You
snatched love's warm embrace from me as I was falling from grace.
I
know I disappoint you.
Does
it help you to know I hate me, too?
