Tag broken heart
My moving hand writes on and on,
No matter what I say,
I cannot bring him to erase,
That cold December day.
No matter what I say,
I cannot bring him to erase,
That cold December day.
The day was sad and wearisome,
It chilled me to my core,
I’d known that something would go wrong,
Though I could not be sure.
I’d felt so tired and lonely, still,
My heart had ached for him,
Beneath the Christmas trim.
