| He Always disappears on me after Thursday. Leaves me like a puppy; waiting... Until following Monday, or Tuesday... And then, he would disappear on me again, on Thursday. So for every week, 7 days, I get to feel his presence for two days, two weekdays. I am just like a helpless puppy, waiting, longing... For the rest of 5 days. Those 5 days seems eternity, never ends. Those 2 days seems like a spilt second, never enough. And I am just like a helpless puppy, waiting, longing... And I can not break out and search him... And I can not follow him every where... Just like his every other special someone... And I am just like a helpless puppy, waiting, longing... His return... For me... To return, for me. To stay, for me. So I pray, I can have 7 Tuesdays for a week, I want to skip every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I want Wednesday never ends. I want Thursday never comes. Then I will not just be like a helpless puppy, waiting, longing. I will be like a sweet innocent puppy that is loved deeply by him. I will run into his arms everyday. I will kiss away his every sorrow. I will whisper softly by his ears and tell him - How much I love to have 7 Tuesdays for a week, because I have him... |
| Side note This piece was written few months back. For what reason I forgot, I only recall this probably is the "cutiest" piece I ever wrote. I think I just miss my puppy too much. Of course, he is not a puppy any more, and I think he got pissed when he saw me without any new toy for him. Oh well. If I could, I would rather to be a puppy, be loved and cared. |