Weekend Lovers

Before this Sunday is through

I would confess my heart to you
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How a week can’t be whole

If some days lies in a hole
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Our moments in the weekend

Like shooting stars that ascend
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Igniting the night sky in our eyes

Clearing our throat of edgy sighs
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Nothing swiftly becomes something

Kisses now flows like breathing
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It doesn’t happen without a reason

Flowers bloom to one’s own season
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So Saturdays brings us warm smiles

Sundays are journeys made of miles
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I have waited for this all my life

A real thing that hurts me like a knife
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Fridays are so far away from the start

But weekdays can never tear us apart

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