I like this boy but only on mondays,
on tuesdays he stays tuned into wii,
wednesdays break into fights about tuesdays,
and that just makes him mad at me.
Thursdays see me in new affairs,
i watch him stare and sulk,
conversations turns to questionaires,
with answers that green him to a hulk.
Fridays end with sad hugs and apologies,
they always make me tear.
The weekends drown in floods of memories...
And then on mondays hes a dear
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