The Art of Words


Saturday- © D. Brown
For Jason

It was a dreary Friday
a tear stained city smeared ahead

Quietly I make my way
Remembering what she'd said

Just a boy, she said
Just a boy

But she still kissed me goodbye
And now my heart is dead

My hands grip my pockets insides
Need to hold on to what's real

And to look ahead
The sunrise pokes his brow over the horizon

The world is clearer
And hey, this crushed city made it
Made it to Saturday
I think I'll be okay.

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