What is this tragedy,
How come I keep looking at your face.
It's Monday,
Oh, it was Monday when i last saw you in that dress
Maybe last Monday, I saw you in a greener dress
And maybe those heels are the ones you bought last Sunday
at the mall i work,
Walking past me,
Not really knowing me.
It hurt to know,
You forgot the scent that once drew you crazy
But it's okay
Because we still have a few Mondays left.
.2017.
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The Wonders In Our Head
PoetryAll Oneshots and poems which came from the cryptic mind of a writer.
