Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2016
Sitting here
With a touch of sadness
Weekends over
It's back to the madness

Work all week
Feeling like a slave
All I got
That's what I gave

Each day goes slow
Every hour seems like two
I cannot wait
Till I'm back with you

Time with you
Each second I will cherish
I love you
Till the day that I perish
The Lunchtime Poet
Written by
The Lunchtime Poet
Please log in to view and add comments on poems