No one wants to be Friday's Child,
No one wants to feel that silent ache.
No one wants to dream of happy endings,
Knowing that from them they have to wake.
No one wants to be Friday's Child,
No one wants to be the lonely one.
No one wants to live their life in shadow,
Knowing that they'll never see the sun.
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A Long Book of Short Poems
ŞiirHere's a collection of short poems I've written over the years.
