Voice

I am nursing my broken heart,
Leaving everything apart.

I did everything to please him,
But nothing could appease him.

I admit that I have broken promises,
But none of them were intentional misses.

But destiny had a plan,
To put our love in a can.

I die to hear his voice,
But am afraid he might
Have made another choice……..

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