Tears stack upon fears,
with one looming over it all,
threatening to still my heart.
Solitude and doubt reign supreme
especially on days like these…
I keep waiting for your call,
it never comes. And it kills me.
I play back your voicemail.
And it kills me. Again and Again.
Tears stack upon a back
so bent over from all the pain,
threatening to snap my heart.
I keep waiting to see you in my dreams,
but you never come. And it kills me.
You were all I had. And now…
I hate that there was no goodbye,
and I hate that there will never be another