Monday morningsA Poem by Richard HooverWrote this one in class it's kinda mehMonday mornings make me want to spill out my guts on this bedroom floor. Don't worry you can put down the phone I'm just speaking in metaphor. This mirror reminds me of you. Or it did till it became cracked with a sudden outburst of misguided art direction. I wish I could say that I hope you don't someday want me back but honestly at this point I would want nothing more then that They say if you really cared for someone you won't think of them on those lonely Tuesday night's. But in that late afternoon daylight when your schedule is full but you'd rather just be back with them in a time where you didn't cry by using a pen. © 2016 Richard Hoover |
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Added on June 6, 2016 Last Updated on June 6, 2016 AuthorRichard HooverTumwater, WAAboutI write a lot of random stuff honestly I would love to think I'm good but I'm pretty bad. more..Writing
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