FridayA Poem by lynneFor the boy in my future....The one who should hurry up and come into my life, for god's sake!!!
It's friday today, and as I'm sitting in my room, typing away at the key board of my computer I'm listening to a small voice in the back of my mind. It's telling me, to eat junk food, and celebrate, and have a sleepover, and hang out with friends like your supposed to do on fridays. But it's friday and school is over and your probably off with your best friend playing video games like a normal person. And your not here with me. So why does it have to be friday? Why can't it be another day of the week? I'd rather it be monday. I'd rather be at school jotting down notes, and occasionally staring at you as you try to pay attention to the teacher. I'd rather be watching you walk down the hall with your back turned to me then sitting here lonlier than ever. To tell you the truth, I hate fridays.
© 2010 lynneAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 5, 2010 Last Updated on November 5, 2010 AuthorlynneMNAboutI'm Kiah. I mostly like writing poems, but sometimes i like to write short stories. more..Writing
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