I'll write a letter to another,
Throw away my silly cover,
Tell just how my heart works,
How it's tangled up in verse,
I'll make it better than my best,
From so deep within my chest,
Tell how my heart nearly burst,
When they smiled at me at first,
I'll write it after dinner,
That won't make me a sinner,
No, I'll wait until tomorrow,
For some time I have to borrow,
I'll throw some lines together,
Just any old whatever,
One day never hurts,
Won't likely make it worse,
Better late than never,
Not like it's forever,
I'll know better what to say,
Once I wait another day,
I'm so far from the hearse,
Tomorrow I'll write that ve
a/n: Credit to my muse,
you'reafinegirl, your eyes
could steal a sailor from the sea.
Unspoken hearts rest alone
in unsalted prisons of granite.
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