it’s saturday
by .me.
i hate the way
the work week still lingers,
the sigh of sunday morning
has yet to reach my fingers.
I shake it out,
I shake it off,
i’m finding that it’s not too tough
to allow my shoulders
to remember
that sunny sunday,
that came in september
you held me close,
so close and tight
as we tried too hard to
ignore the light
that everyday
bursts through the door
and scatters shadows
across the floor
along the right side of my bed
where once you lay
in that pool of dread
we knew that it was over and done
until another september had come and gone.
Love this so much xx
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Thanks lady xx just musings on a saturday morning in the sun.
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