By Gala
Date: 24 June 2000
With Both Hands From the Heart
He doesn't look at me in fondness,
I'm the table, the stove the chair
and though i might have uses
mostly I'm just there
he doesn't look at me with hunger,
or a subtle lover's greed,
and i don't recall the last time
he asked me what i need.
But you look at me with stars in your hands,
and I can taste the softness of your kiss
and though you've given me all that I can take
All I feel is all that I have missed...
Don't recall when living became this life,
When I stopped being a lover,
and just became his wife
and he says I know I he loves me
and that he still just wants me here
but what I see when he says that
looks an awful lot like fear.
I had no right to offer you a heart
a crazy hungry thing
that's pulling me apart
And when I lay me down
praying hard for sleep
I'm torn between what I wish inside
and promises I must keep.
I tell myself you're someone I won't regret
and your kiss is one I won't forget
can't take what you have offered
with both hands from my heart
but deep inside I can't let go
of what you made me feel from the start.
I had no right to offer you my heart
a crazy hungry thing
that's pulling me apart
and when I lay me down
praying hard for sleep
I'm torn between loving you
and promises I must keep.
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