Friday

by Ramon   Jan 23, 2007


Its Friday night
Got no friends to talk to
No friends... except you
No words not a sound
But you know I wanna scream out loud
How much I love you
How much I'm proud
Love is a voice, hate is the choice
Passion is the base, sex the grace
One without any noise

Its Saturday night
My friends came
This blistering blight
And without shame
I play their game
And wait till
Friday night

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  • 17 years ago

    by m!2235_d_f7!n+!!

    I had to read this twice, but i understand this poem