Say You Loved Me

If I allowed you to break me one more time,
Would you refuse in regretful sorrow,
Or follow through and laugh as I cry?

All of the days I let you borrow,
The ways I felt in midnight haze
Forever clung to a promised tomorrow.

When twilight arrives, I watch the waves
And recall your voice when you left me there—
Alone in the lake we used to wade.

Do you still remember the scent of my hair?
Does the falling snow bring back all your lies,
Your biting claims and frozen stare?`

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