Fridays
I keep hoping to find a way to run into all your Fridays hang around until the sun cries out or when we decide it's time shadows follow with every second step lingering around the sudden smile where hope resides. my anguish isn't in the trying or attempting to or even inside your beautiful words pressed between sullen flashes of gut wrenching flares from the underside. it's where you reside and I've come to accept it. accept you. even when I don't want to, I find myself back beside the same old track and we go again like pebbles and fine wine I have always desired a love so rare true love. the kind we watch on the big screen listen to with eager ears not meant to be, not with me. the seeds of dysfunction were planted ages ago before the smitten was liked before the pattern was set before rhythm had rhyme and all I'm left with are these Fridays...
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