Monday was the languidly curling wisps of steam
the cup of tea you didnt drink
Tuesday was the pale clouds hovering to the waves roaring
trying to keep up with your heart's beating
Wednesday was the phone you left uncharged the night before
your lover who left before you saw
Thursday was the lazy morning the window panes foggy
you woke up 10.00am your vision still hazy
Friday was sobranie
sweetly sickly you try to drown your worries
Saturday was the night sky starless
you sat beneath it, sleepless
Sunday was the low rumbling of the train tracks
blue skies turned into black
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
Monday was the languidly curling wisps of steam
the cup of tea you didnt drink
Tuesday was the pale clouds hovering to the waves roaring
trying to keep up with your heart's beating
Wednesday was the phone you left uncharged the night before
your lover who left before you saw
Thursday was the lazy morning the window panes foggy
you woke up 10.00am your vision still hazy
Friday was sobranie
sweetly sickly you try to drown your worries
Saturday was the night sky starless
you sat beneath it, sleepless
Sunday was the low rumbling of the train tracks
blue skies turned into black
