Monday comes with painful blows.
It can be a little tragic,
With every secret weighing so.
All it needs is a little magic.
Tuesday is a little more tragic,
Yet it all remains the same.
With every passing day,
All I can hear is your name.
Wednesday isn’t so perfect.
I listen to what they say.
It can’t be that tragic
How can everything be on this day?
Thursday is a shitty day.
I feel heavier with each secret.
I wish I had a little magic,
So I wouldn’t have to keep it.
Friday I’m getting lost in my lies-
Losing myself in the rip tide.
I can only wait for Saturday
To put my secrets away to hide.

--SonjaSavage

xoxo