Waiting for the day
excited for the weekend
Coz' I gotta see my bae
On Sundays that I don't wanna end
Busy at work and hobby
Far from him who feels like home
Make a way to see me, my future hubby,
Whenever I'm with you, it seems that I shone
My Sundays that filled with memories
Memories with you, my one and only
The laughs and good talk that I will cherish
Because I love you, dear, so deeply
Whenever I think of Sundays, I remember you
You who made me feel special and happy
Our time together never becomes blue
So let me hold your hand while we explore the city
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Inner Thoughts
PoetryThis is not just a compilation of poems, prose, monologues and one shot stories, but it is a piece of my heart. Every word, every sentence, and every story in this book has been beautifully assembled over time, with love and care. This is a book fil...
