Studies In Love # 12

Quindon Tarver

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The Doorway Frames
You a Perfect Picture Silouette
Blue Sky of Regret
Enough to Hang Out
Your Legs Seemed to Tremble
At Least I Imagine That They Do
Then Again, It's Probably Easy For You

Please Don't Open Your Mouth My Dear
I Can Read All the Signs I Can Take It From Here
There's no Need to Explain
It's Perfectly Clear

The Yellow Wall Paper Peels
A Strange Halo Around Your Head
It's Funny How You Notice These
Stupid Things Instead

You Say Something Awkward
But I Wish That You Wouldn't
A Whole Life of You Wish You Could's
But Just Couldn't

Please Don't Open Your Mouth My Dear
I Can Read All the Signs I Can Take It From Here
There's no Need to Explain
It's Perfectly Clear

I Try Not to Fight Too Much
It Only Just Makes Me Mad
Spent Half My Life Loving You
Think of All the Love That I Could Have Had

Five Years of Kisses
Packed in My Bags
And This Tiny Moment Fits
All the Big Things We Ever Had
I Can't Quite Pinpoint
When It Left Or What For
Love Always Steps Lightly
Away From the Door

Please Don't Open Your Mouth My Dear
I Can Read All the Signs Hell I've Known You For Years
There's no Need to Explain
No There's no Need to Explain
There's no Need to Explain
It's Perfectly Clear