Saturday, December 17, 2011

Today is Moday


Today is Monday, it is my day,
Sunday is already past anyway
I put on a make up to show up my face
To a world which never wakes
Today is Monday, it is my day
To search for my dreams and find a way
No my dear heart, I can’t take your wish
I know you must be feeling like a fish
Outside the pond, strange is this bond
I love her, but I am  not supposed to tell her
I wish she understands, I wish I don’t have to utter
Today is Monday, it is my day

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