My week starts from Thursday-
First day, first time, first see
I can’t believe on Friday
To meet was meant to be.
The weekend goes as follow:
First kiss, first you and me
On Sunday we were ready,
Sweet places we went see
The saddest day was Monday,
Was over you and me
Long miles away on Tuesday,
No call, no note, no plea
Was awfully clear on Wednesday-
Just friends you want us be
I loved this poem; especially the way it's written, brilliant.