Saturday Or Not
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MY HONEYMOON.
SATURDAY OR NOT
Shadows on walls falling from the setting sun;
Leaving behind dreams, of which I was the star.
Who's going to finish this dream:
Who can complete this dream?
this dream that captured my soul,
when you left out I waited,
I waited .... but you never returned.
Who's going to continue to love me?
Who will tell them, those lies were untrue?
who will kiss me in the morning,
now that I Don't have you?
Shadows on walls talk to me,
when the sun is rising, whispering...
ever so gently that soon It will be all right.
I am exhausted from forced smiling.
I stand alone devoid of pain;
And pain would feel so right.
We never even had a chance,
to have a lover’s fight.
Your dream was never to be dreamt
again, that's the dream I am in.
Who will finish holding me;
Who will say goodnight.?
What happens to the love we shared
when love has been forgot...
one more day until Sunday,
"Saturday or not"!
The dream has ended abruptly:
The dramas now unfolding.
My Lovers gone...and only the
shadow knows the secrets he was holding.
I stand alone devoid of pain,
and pain would feel so right...
Seven days we were married
before they tore my love away.
The white dress on the back of the door.
Tomorrow, means nothing anymore.
Even though the next would have been Sunday,
I want no more tomorrows.
I don't even want today!
I only wanted finish dreams.
And to feed you from my loving pot:
To live our dreams, our lives, accordingly.
"Saturday or not"...!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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