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.
YOU ARE READING
The Art of Feelings
PoetryI drowned all my senses with the sound of his beating heart. This is The Art of Feelings.