Friday
My harbinger, my Hero!
I hear your name and my
pulse quickens. You promise
deliverance and respite, you are
my weekend Romeo.
Kneeling below my balcony
you whisper promises
the other days of the week
can only stutter through.
You are silver tongued
and I don't mind it.
Friday, oh Friday
Here you are my Friday!
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