If they'd have
I'd find every way.
I would keep the late night
last when arms feeling my heart
was empty.
But...
Saturday things were as they'd been.
I know they'd told me
I'd find tomorrow non-believers.
I was foolish to deny a shining bolt of blue.
Just one look had me over.
But...
Saturday things were right as I know.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 458
I Love Saturday
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