The Art of Feelings

Sunday's Regrets

And just another Sunday won't bring back Friday

There's nothing left to do

That won't change his mind

And change the actions done

It won't take away my feelings

And it won't make his

Friday will never come again

Not just like that

Wasted chances, no goodbye

That's how its supposed to be done.

One night to change it all

And eternity to get back.

Left here alone

Without a shoulder to cry on

Without tears to fall

Just another piece of heart

Left there in the dark.

But it won't take back that Friday.