monday
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I could hear the wind,
rustling through your veins, when
you opened your mouth and the gnarled wings of a hummingbird fell out.
I could taste the regret,
I am MONDAY,
and I am here to tell you that
Dear, i m not that cruel..
just don’t compare me with your favourite friday. That hurts me all the way.
Mondays suck.
I'd rather pet a duck,
Or maybe a lamb,
'Cuz they're so adorable, man.
You probably hate Mondays too,
Enough to whack its inventor with a shoe.
Monday morning comes again
Dreadful
As my eyes open, there sits a figure
White as snow;
A kitten
I feel it, I sense it. It targets all my veins and reactions. My heart stops for a while and I can't breathe. I suddenly start to drop and watch as the Sun eclipse before my eyes. This is my pain. Can you feel it too ?
The Alarm
Clock
Rings in your head
Saying, “Please, go back to sleep,”
While your memories
Are still caught
In yesterday.
A blank stare
At
The TV screen;
