Umm, There comes a Wednesday,
Another one yet again,
To bring all those wounds back,
To make me face the facts.
There was one Wednesday,
When i saw a mask,
A luring one,
Then came a Wednesday,
To uncover the naked face.
Now i hate Wednesdays,
And i don’t know why,
Something just isn’t right,
And i really can’t figure out why.
There comes a Wednesday,
Every week to make me stray,
The one which signifies my mistake,
And makes me aware of my haze.
Then i ask myself,
Should i blame it on him?
Is it right to hate him?
And i realise its yet another Wednesday,
Which may come and go,
And i’ll be left to search the unknown.
2 comments:
stop thinking about him.....hes a waste.
Common a day is not a waste :P
I have to face it :)
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