Three-Zero.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
With each passing week
The other side seems emptier
Robs me of my dreams
Each passing Monday
So, once each Monday falls
I pray and do everything
To make this period faster
So Friday comes my way
Monday-Friday-Monday-Friday
As times rolls by
And hits Six-Zero
I hope it'll be Friday everyday!
Labels: Love
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