The whiny heart That's usually on my sleeve Has gone into hiding. I keep it in a safe, Underground, In the very bottom of my stomach. It will soon go into witness protection, After providing insight In the trial prosecuting my feelings for you. I keep it safe from you, From your ignorance, from your insensitivity, But most of all, from the possibility that You might just agree with me. And I will grieve. And It will hurt.