Seven Days

It’s now Sunday and the cycle continues

Monday came around and you were still gone

Tuesday’s here, I don’t think that I can carry on

It’s the middle of the week, so it’s almost over

But once Thursday comes, I’ll lose my composure

It’s finally Friday, much like any other day

Saturday hits, your mark won’t fade away

It’s now Sunday and the cycle continues

I’m empty

With memories to write about

All to try to make myself forgive you.

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  1. Amazing work. I loved the way you captured the feelings through the days of the week. All the love.

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