Monday Blues
Misbehaving on Sundays,
and regretting on Mondays,
brings anxiety of days to come,
I'll be happy again someday.
Living for tomorrow,
stealing instead of borrow,
I thought you'd be my freedom,
now I have no relaxation with sorrow.
Condemned beyond redemption,
please discard my apprehension,
your consequences I don't need em',
I wish you'd eliminated my affection.
Sewing patches on my blanket,
cancel the receptions banquet,
just drown all my equisetum,
I knew I wouldn't make it.
The head games of fabrication,
I don't deserve your elimination,
fragmented to pieces and beaten,
lies of deceit and frustration.
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 28, 2016~
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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