Ungrateful

heart

 

In the darkness I cry out loud…

                                                               You reach for me

                                                               Comfort me

                                                               Your soothing words warm me

                                                               You rock me to and fro

                                                                                           to and fro

                                                                                           to and fro

                                                           it’s ok I’m here

                                                                     I’m here

                                                                    I’m here

I look up at your tired, sleep-deprived face……

                                                                             Yet I expect MORE

 

 

Love me

Want me

Feel me

But…

 

I’m still the ingrate who makes you cry

…..still the eyelash stuck in your eye

….still the leech that sucks you dry

 

 

Why are you still here?

 

For the one who’s always there…

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