Monday, I see you walking through the front door
I liked your posture, your eyes, your smile I want to see it more
Tuesday, I was captivated by the way you speak
Your accent, your diction makes me feel weak
Wednesday, we talked for more than an hour
It was then our first ever encounter
Thursday, your voice, I can’t get out of my head
It always repeat the words that you’ve said
Friday, You confessed I was glad you felt the same way too
Though because of my actions, my feelings you did not have a clue
Saturday, Your confession I declined
I was nervous, scared, I was out of my mind
Sunday, you found another person it seems
Now I try to forget the man of my dreams
These days I try to avoid remnants of you
Though I knew it’s a fault of mine too
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