Monday we are just starting over, <br />Replaying our lives like puppets to each other, <br />we held eachother so close yesterday <br /> But by wednesday we are just living seperately in our own little way, <br />Thursday you can hardly stand my voice, <br />then friday comes you've made youre choice. <br /> <br />Where do you take your heart when you take it from my arms? <br />who do you give it to when its left my shaking palms? <br />does she take good care of it like i did all these years? <br />when you give it and she takes it, do you tell her that its hers? <br />like you told me it was mine, <br />and ive held it all this time. <br /> <br />So when you arrive home with your heart on a saturday night, <br />and its past the tick of time, <br />please can i remind you that this heart was once mine, <br />im glad urs is still special because mine it feels raw, <br />so from me can you tell your heart i dont want it any more!<br /><br />Amy rhian Oleary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-do-you-take-your-heart-on-fridays-and-saturdays/
