When the girls all walked by the bus stop
Directions all their own, directionless.
I'd tell myself a million times a day
'She's not the one to heal me'
Then kill myself, incrementally.
I want to hear the chairs rattle
As they take them out.
I want to hear the birds sing, too.
I want the sun to shine on you.
I want to hear the laughs echo
Saying, 'Lover, I'll love you only.'
But I want these walls to whine
When we wind up lonely.
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