Today is a special day for you
What fun things you're going to do
Festivities and cake
Oh, the meals and friends you'll make...
But for me, it's just a Tuesday.
This day's the day your world opened
And you're praising yourself for not having broken
But you don't really see
What this all means to me
'Cause it's just a Tuesday.
It's supposed to be special
It's supposed to be alright
But I'm feeling stressful
And you're glowing too bright
Because today has lost its shine
And I'm losing my mind
So it's just a Tuesday.
Surprise! Here you go!
Except I asked for this a week ago
So sorry I don't show glee
Because it's all lost on me
As it's just a Tuesday.
The family's all here
So I'm cowering in fear
As you tell me not to
Ruin this for you
And it's just a Tuesday.
It's supposed to be special
It's supposed to be alright
But I'm feeling stressful
And you're glowing too bright
Because today has lost its shine
And I'm losing my mind
So it's just a Tuesday.
The day crawls to an end
You say goodbye to your last friend
But something is not how it should be
But you just still don't see
Because it's just a Tuesday.
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Imagination
Poetryim·ag·i·na·tion /iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. Otherwise known as "Musings of the Balladeer." This is an anthology of poetry I've written...
