Is There Something He's Not Telling Me

Is there something he’s not telling me? His eyes pierce through me Like a sharp arrow does to the poor springbok Coming from a hunter’s hand of rage Behind me I can feel his pierce hurting me A shivering strike of prickles move down my spine As I pour a glass of wine upon his request His request was different... I turn around and he smiles Is there something he’s not telling me? His look, his glance, no, his look cuts Like a pair of scissor on a stubborn paper I look into his eyes He turns and looks away I look away and he looks into my eyes I come, he goes I go and he comes The man who once loved me, hates me so much? Is there something he’s not telling me? When I call he’s busy But when they call, he’s available His presence is cold It makes me feel old My story couldn’t have been told Such secrets do not unfold Otherwise I won’t be as bold But he’s slowly dying on me I know that this I’m not telling him But he too isn’t telling me