on m o n d a y,
it seems as if you like me.
your eyes catch mine
every other second.
on t u e s d a y,
it seems as if i have become invisible.
i seek your eyes out,
but you're looking the other way.
on w e d n e s d a y,
it seems as if we are on two separate planets.
it feels like you are worlds away
and i'm looking at you,
so unattainable,
with my telescope.
on t h u r s d a y,
it seems as if i may have been wrong,
'cos I see you looking at me
out of the corner of your slightly crinkled eyes,
a smile playing on your lips,
and, no doubt,
it's for me.
on f r i d a y,
i fall in love with you all over again.
before I go home,
i see you again and stare,
and you stare back,
the moment passing in a second,
but on my mind for too long.
on the w e e k e n d,
all I think about is you.
and daydream fantasies
about you and I,
filled with hope for the next
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