blossom!

Thursday

It seems like every time I see you
Your eyes become softer
Or perhaps it is my weak heart
Yearning for something that will
Never be there
I like feeling your skin against mine
Your arms wrapped around my frame
Selfish I am; I will always be
And I feel our time running out
I wonder if you share my urgency
If you feel what I feel
What will be of you and me when
Thursday comes to an end?