Saturdays were my favorite day of the week. I'd pick my outfit the day before, and I'd read your book for the third time because you told me it was your favorite. By night time we'd be talking on the phone and I'd sing you to sleep.
Saturdays were my favorite day of the week. I'd wake up before the break of dawn, and I'd see your face at my front door. By night I'd be playing our song until I fell asleep.
Saturdays were my favorite day of the week. We'd have a jog in the morning, and we'd have breakfast at your favorite coffee place. By night we'd be telling white lies and dreams that were bound to haunt us after we split ways.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
