Every now and then, I still hate weekends.
No classes, no allowance, no Juvee, and no friends.
Missing you, while being bored to death, it blends.
At least it’s Monday tomorrow, my suffering ends.
Every Saturday and Sunday, I have to do my chores.
Washing the clothes, cleaning my room, and watching our store.
While my mother is nagging, I’ll go and sweep the floor.
I don’t wanna hear her sermons, so I’ll just close the door.
A sign of being in love, I’m missing you badly.
Here in my room, writing you a poem so smoothly.
Tomorrow is a new day, we’ll see each other finally.
But I’m still waiting for your answer, so don’t be silly.
Please say yes, and I’ll try to be the best.
To protect you with my life, I’ll hold you close to my chest.
So make the right decision, I strongly suggest.
I’m always here, to love you among the rest.
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