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I’m still waiting for a reply.
Will it be the truth, or a lie?
Are you eating? Its cold outside
So many hearts have died
Doing what you’re doing tonight,
Saying you deserve the anger and the spite—
But you know I would never wish it on you…


Now you’re gone and my heart cannot speak…
I can feel you—and I am so weak.
I have made myself ill with the echoes of you
My heart is broken, black and blue
I’ll keep you in my heart for one more day—
And my heart does not know what to say
When you are not here to make it sing—
Will there ever be another spring,
Or will the snow fall forever
Upon me and my heartbreaker?

I’ve been cut to pieces by my thoughts,
My heart is torn and tied in knots.
You are all that I see in my tomorrow
And I cannot escape the sorrow
Of waiting for the future
Where I always thought you were.
You are gone and my heart cannot speak
The days are dark and so bleak
Without your voice in the air
With you out there somewhere
You, my future, my heartbreaker.

© 2021 Marten Hoyle