She dances in shadows of Sunday as Monday creeps around.
A child of night-time's leaving as dawn comes back around.
The morning heat consumes the coffee that she takes..
She spills Monday into mind-set as Sunday night she must forget.
A kiss on his ear did break down his fear.
No soul upon earth last weekend should remember mistakes that they never made.
Now Thursday's nearly defeated.
The night sky navy blue.
Feeling somewhat empty,
A little bit like you.
(C) LIVVI