Thursday Night Girl

I was once a Saturday night girl: funny, drunk and careless

Destined to be hungover and ashamed the next morning

I was also a Sunday evening gal, happy to be part of the group

And sing karaoke songs about things I didn’t know

Then

There was

A long

Gray

Sad

Monday

On Tuesday I was writing half truths on digital walls

“Someone will catch my hint”, and some guy did caught

Wednesday, I kept my distance

Which didn’t prevent someone to reach me anyway

(I was briefly Sunday afternoon

Oh! What a Sunday afternoon…)

But Sundays, Saturdays and Fridays do not belong to me

I have my charms, but I lack some brightness

The calendar has decided: I am the girl of Thursday night

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