A poem I wrote for her, gave it to her after we broke up...for the last time.
Starting with a manic Monday
I move on to my terrible Tuesday
Everyday seems like a tough ask
I wish I could wear a mask
Work work work…I get stuck
Feel like moving on…driving a truck
Want to get there fast
Hurry up and not come last
I rock the place and swoon with the crowds
This is what really makes me proud
I wanna sing and dance
Don’t care how it looks
I want to go out there dance in the rain
Hold you in my arms and sing again
Ridiculously cute is what you are
Can’t stay without you and you know this yaar
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