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Dear Monday....

I  would be a liar if i told you i missed you,
But i don't want to hurt your feelings....
So i won't say a word,
I will keep it to myself.

Since the day we parted ways,6 days ago,
You never crossed my mind until yesterday...
I thought about you all night,
Maybe that's why i  had the shortest night.

I should be happy to see you again,
But since i saw you am putting on a brave face.
With you,i never know what's going to happen next...
Am not afraid of you,mmmhh.. maybe just a little ...

Ever since the day you came into my life,
I always expect surprises..
I may not be a fan of those surprises,but some have made me smile...


There's no way i can run away from you,
Believe me i have tried...
But you keep coming back...
Maybe it's time i give in and let you in.

You are special to me,
....maybe that's why i can't escape you...
So from today my dearest Monday,
I will learn to love and accept you,
To cherish you always,
Through good and through bad....
God gave you to me,and i can't give you back
You give me a reason to be alive,
Because whenever i see you again i know that am blessed to be alive!!!



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