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I won't whisper love notes anymore

Through the cracks in your door

Quietly waiting

For something to change in your eyes.



I've blocked all the sunshine

From your windows

And your face is as pale as my life

I won't crowd.

I won't beg.



I won't stand on your porch anymore

With my hair in my hands

And my common sense

All tangled in knots.



I'll bury my heart in your garden walls

May the awkward blooms

Prove a better use

Than the blossom that bloomed in my chest.



But I won't whisper love notes anymore

Through the cracks in your door

Quietly waiting

For something to change in your eyes.



I won't crowd.

I won't hide

Quietly waiting for something

To change in your eyes.