Tuesday Came.

There used too be the day, when everything seemed so right,
Sky was blue, and there were no sounds of a fight.
And now my day takes so much longer too start out,
My thoughts of you and nothing else about.

Tuesday when it went wrong, you turned around and blamed me,
this wouldn't be here, if you never went with she.
you haunt the day that I met you,
she haunts the day that you do what you do.

When the worlds spinning round,
but your heart has stopped, you struggle too be found.
Life travels past at a speed so varied,
your body's only movement by being carried.

People say it take times, too heal the pain,
but how long is time? when you feel your being drowned by the rain.
A pat on the head, a brush on the shoulder's,
a constant ache like the weight of a boulder.

Bitter, you could be so cold,
all I want,is for you too wrap your arms around me and hold,
so tight, I feel protected and secure,
you created this illness, so you should find the cure.

A match made in heaven, It wont take long,
For you too hurt she and do the wrong,
I wish her luck, in the tears she'll cry,
when you argue, blame and say goodbye.