merrymakings make me cry.
catch me if you can...

its thursday,
doves fly high
carrying my message
things are not the same any more..

waiting for thursday night..
slump and watch you cry
another juggle of nonsense
this is not a poem

last thursday was blurred
forgotten memories
that was last thursday..
what did i say?

one thursday,
was my bday...
old faces and new smiled at me
surprises. feeling incomplete.

thursdays were dramasoar high
written sadness and emptiness
people shreding tears and sad lullabies

it was thursday...

its thursday..

on thursday..

thursdays... fleating away..
eyes watching. gasping for breath
just take me away.

another thursday ended.