The love story (part 4)

They say that silence is golden,
but with that i disagree.
Coz after the last line i delivered to you,
my heart could never be free.

For a minute i thought the world had stopped,
a bit like a broken heart.
As i waited for the reply from you,
and the repercussions to start.

Each second was a minute,
each minute was an hour.
Until every little heartbeat,
began to lose its power.

As the air went cold the breezed stayed still.
The world stopped in it's midst.
I saw your lips begin to move.
and now the story twists...