Her anger unspoken
her eyes learned to cry instead
He said love was dead

After the nights are no longer cold and lonely. When  love has been dead too long. Then will you know that love is not for the lonely, or the bitter wronged. Remember the love before the anger, before the silence and the tears. Again feel the warm memories of his arms around you.

Then cry one last time for the fool who let you go. As he feels the words, that you had wished you could have always been there. But your love was not in his plan.

Anger now unspoken your eyes no longer cry
Where love is dead  pity sits instead.

Or does it, is it......Now I hide it