It's been seven days since we last spoke
And those words were rarley kind
That Monday i told you I hated you
That Monday you told me love  was blind.

Since then I've tried replacing you
Blocking you from my being
However no matter how hard i try  
If i close my eyes it's your face I'll be seeing.

I like to keep my poetry short and sweet
The same with my affair
But you effected me so abudently
I think of you more than I'd like to share.

So please, even though we no longer speak
Do not think that you're gone for good
I wish that Monday had never happened
If I could change these seven days,
I would.