It's Friday again
And that I once was happy to hear
But now all that it means to me
Another week I've been without her

Looking outside my window
Thinking about how I'm so shy
Sometimes it brings a tear or two to my eye
Recall the night when I called you
And told you just how I felt
If that night taught me anything at all
It's that the truth, sometimes, need to be covered
Covered up like little boys and girls
Before they go to sleep at night
Wrap the truth in blankets of
"That's not really what I said"
And then get kisses on the forehead

We hold these truths to be a lie
We watch the clock as time goes bye
We never stop to think why
Every love we once knew has died

It's Friday again
And I am so bored I'm writing poems
The kind of poems that lack a lot
No props, no scripts, no talent, just heart

Looking outside my window
Thinking of the days I missed
Sometimes it brings a tear or two to my eye
Recall the day I dyed my hair
And nobody really seemed to care
If that day taught me anything at all
It's that I, sometimes, can only fly
As high as a bird with clipped wings
Before they get put to sleep and then
Wrapped reality in simple words
"It's gone to a much better place"
Never again will you see its face

It's Friday again

 
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