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Come home on a Tuesday,
Nothing happened again.
Down low in my spirit,
Can't get a smile again.
Happens every week,
She passes me by.
I love her so much,
But she don't say hi.
Everynight I pray,
That I can find a way
To say what I wanna say,
Next Tuesday.
Confuses me much,
I wonder why.
I just can't say it,
I can't even try.
Someday, someway,
I'll tell her the facts,
But my tongue is just always
Tied to the tracks.
Dream after dream,
It's so easy then.
Every single time
She likes me again.
If only in life
The course were the same,
She'd easily end up
With my last name.
Written in 1996, this poem is about a girl I liked from 7th grade to 11th grade. The first 3 stanzas I always imagine somewhat to the tune of a song from 1995 called Long Gone Day by Mad Season. I saw this girl only one day a week in 8th grade, on Tuesday when I went to her school and was in class with her all day for a special program. I'd always be looking forward to Tuesday, hoping I'd figure out a way to talk to her or she'd talk to me or something, but as the poem says, that didn't really happen so much. I had recently had some dreams where I talked to her at the time and figured if it could work like in the dreams, I'd easily marry the girl.
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