though i hope every sunday ,
Everysunday always carries the wounds .
though i love every sunday,
Every sunday always gives the bitter taste .
in every saturday night that i cann’t sleep
i open every sunday morning with thoughts:shall i meet u ?
But finally ,i’m wiping tears away
sometimes heart hurting
longing n sorry ………..
then i close this day with hatred
i am still waiting every sunday phone that never rings
but if it passes 5;00pm ,
i am whisphering heart breaking poems
with my face’s on knee
on that sundays i shouldn’t love ,i always miss the day that getting together once………………….