Come Hither.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Story so far,
January has issues with her mother,
February is always talking about things he wants to do,
while March does them, April eats sweets,
and May pays for them.
June is the oldest but not the wisest
and July always has an opinion on everything.
August never stops trying do the right thing,
even if he doesn't always know what that is.
September once saw something so sad,
she never stopped crying.
October holds the lift for anyone,
vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike
(for his memory, not for theirs)
and November makes fun of him for this.
December is tired but always hopeful.
He has never once stopped believing.
Monday's obviously a bastard,
quite literally as one can't remember what or who one was doing.
Tuesday's temperamental but okay,
as long as you stay on her good side.
Wednesday doesn't say much
and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence.
They're in love.
Friday's always wasted
and she and Saturday hold each other tightly
until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end.
But she closes her eyes,
and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart
that really, she's the dawn.
and nostalgia feels like you.
January has issues with her mother,
February is always talking about things he wants to do,
while March does them, April eats sweets,
and May pays for them.
June is the oldest but not the wisest
and July always has an opinion on everything.
August never stops trying do the right thing,
even if he doesn't always know what that is.
September once saw something so sad,
she never stopped crying.
October holds the lift for anyone,
vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike
(for his memory, not for theirs)
and November makes fun of him for this.
December is tired but always hopeful.
He has never once stopped believing.
Monday's obviously a bastard,
quite literally as one can't remember what or who one was doing.
Tuesday's temperamental but okay,
as long as you stay on her good side.
Wednesday doesn't say much
and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence.
They're in love.
Friday's always wasted
and she and Saturday hold each other tightly
until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end.
But she closes her eyes,
and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart
that really, she's the dawn.
and nostalgia feels like you.
posted by Lynette # 8:27:00 AM 
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