There isn't any way to explain it. It is not that neither of us loved with a passion. It is not true that only one of us gave wholeheartedly to the other.
However, it is so strange.. it is as though our fingers were taken apart by the passage of time. It is as though our voices crying out to each other were lost out to the cruel storms of wind that threatened the sunshine.
Cast we were into the ocean, and something so dreadful happened to you. You shook off my hand and took the Devil's instead.
You are like Kay with the ice-queen's shards in your eye.
Cry as I might.. for love, for mercy or for compassion for the child.. you returned me an icy stare.
Daring me to be loving. Daring me to ask for more. Daring me to say one more time... that I loved you.
One final day, the voice died in my throat. That look in your eye was not confusion; it was deadly intent. That twitch of your hand was not confusion: it was a plan guessed before its' time.
You replace real affection with expensive pieces of jewelry. You replace real giving for practised public displays of support. You replace love with a practised hand that makes me suspicious: the man I married was clumsy and passionate... you were too cool and calculating.
Who are you?
Who are you in my bedroom?
Who are you, that calls itself my child's father and masquerades in his room?
No, this union was taken apart from Above. Your heart cried for me but your ego pulled you back. The child in you sought for my hand, but the man in you stubbornly held away from my gaze.
I'm not a woman that can do unto death, unless she is loved, my dear. You are forgiven but you know and I know: this was not meant to be. The hand that broke our Union was from Above: and was neither yours, nor mine.
However, it is so strange.. it is as though our fingers were taken apart by the passage of time. It is as though our voices crying out to each other were lost out to the cruel storms of wind that threatened the sunshine.
Cast we were into the ocean, and something so dreadful happened to you. You shook off my hand and took the Devil's instead.
You are like Kay with the ice-queen's shards in your eye.
Cry as I might.. for love, for mercy or for compassion for the child.. you returned me an icy stare.
Daring me to be loving. Daring me to ask for more. Daring me to say one more time... that I loved you.
One final day, the voice died in my throat. That look in your eye was not confusion; it was deadly intent. That twitch of your hand was not confusion: it was a plan guessed before its' time.
You replace real affection with expensive pieces of jewelry. You replace real giving for practised public displays of support. You replace love with a practised hand that makes me suspicious: the man I married was clumsy and passionate... you were too cool and calculating.
Who are you?
Who are you in my bedroom?
Who are you, that calls itself my child's father and masquerades in his room?
No, this union was taken apart from Above. Your heart cried for me but your ego pulled you back. The child in you sought for my hand, but the man in you stubbornly held away from my gaze.
I'm not a woman that can do unto death, unless she is loved, my dear. You are forgiven but you know and I know: this was not meant to be. The hand that broke our Union was from Above: and was neither yours, nor mine.
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