27.8.16

Seven's Day






Over the line, we think twice. 

“It’s not the way,” they say, 
But it will have to do. 
And, I’ll speak to you in time. 

I’ll be on my best, for sure. 
You can rest assured-- 
Til’ seven’s day. 
These are not the blades of grass 
That you came for (at last). 

And the pain, it subsides 
With the weight of all your 
White lies. 

I’ll be on my best, for sure. 
You can rest assured-- 
Til’ seven’s day.