Thursday


 

sound stings

Thursday

If, all I could say is

promise me you won’t regret me like the tattoos on my skin

let the wrong doing come to me

One day I’m hoping that you will remember me

When you look at them you’ll see my face

My body is yours

Give them any other day but Thursday

You belong to me every Thursday

I wait for you

I’ll be beautiful for you

Every Thursday

I exist only on Thursday

 

 

*Thursday  

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