Rotting through the weekend,
because the butterflies came to visit,
couldent eat,
couldent sleep,
my stomach just couldent kill it.

awaiting the call,
but none came that day,
neither the day after,
or the day succeeding,

feeling of nuisence value,
with feelings of concern,
despite the feeling of lunacy,
with a tourqe of paltriness,

i cant explain this feeling,
i just contribute perplexing words that twitches the brain,
understand it not, because neither do i,
im just the victim,
but ur not that innocent bystander,

words are just an ambition,
without this intuitive feeling,

could this all be over?
forget this weekend because i cant stand the silence,
such torture shouldent be contrived,
though such is past and could never be blanked out,

but memories is what makes life peachy,
mabey this would be an exclusion,

i fell in need to apologize,
but i cant tell why,
what did i do to impose such a belief?
just arrogance,
or mabey for relief?

I cant stand it,
its taken my weekend,
what else should i do,
ill just start to mend,

explanation would be a tad much to ask for,
too much questions reside in me,
a sence of bewilderness,
to get this day over,

mabey after today things would go back to the way things should have been,
laughing with the convival of my good companion,

i cant say what would be the end of this,
but i want to know...