Tuesdays

Tuesday

During the a song that says "lift your hands to the father" I could imagine T$ sing that his face expressions.      It makes me laugh.
  I also remembered a time we were at a devo at Seth house and I was sitting in the corner with Hailey and lance and I was swaying/dancing to the music. T$ saw me and started to mimic me. 
I also remember a story when Tyler and jordan went to downtown and tried to give bread to hobos. I dont know what exactly  happened. Just know bread and hobos. Haha. 
This sucks I was looking my currect crush yet all I could think about the old one. Such an unfortunate sad day. 
I wish I could be an unbiased third party. Go through my day and not a have thought pass through my head of either. 
I feel a gravity pull to both. I feel as if I am a hopeless freshman again. Never making up my mind on what I shall waste my time on. What I shall to consume  my every living breathing second  of my day. 
I feel like a childless bratty little girl trying to get her mom to buy her both of the dolls she wants.  I need to fast a one day a week of this thinking. Let the stress  melt away. 
What day shall that be could it a Tuesday. Only Tuesday I will let my wonders about these guys slip away. Till the day they truly do slip away. The crushes shall come and gone until I meet my true love. 
Until then Tuesday's are special. I hope I meet my love on these carefree Tuesday. I love that day.
As a friend says only on Tuesday's. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A nice short story. More of a story then a poem. I like the way you described the day and the hope. Some days are better then others. I like the ending to the outstanding poem.
Coyote