By Missy Smith
The day was Wednesday, sort of like today only without the bullshit from that Wednesday before
See love left her door long ago
Only she keeps trying to keep it open, if only slightly
For another has caught her eye
Well, kind of
But she knows she's caught his
She sees he's intrigued
But is she?
Are the wages of her past lover's sins too much to bear or better yet
Are the damages inflicted from him of before too much to give him of now the time of day?
Is the light truly darkened from his mark he left upon her?
Yea it would be wouldn't it?