I Only Love You On A Sunday Noon

Perfect.
I can be perfect.
But I know I am not.

Too soon.
When I see you again,
I know I can be myself.

If I can be honest,
I only love you on a
Sunday noon.

I don’t know why.
You don’t know too.
It’s just happens

and I am trying to
be nice.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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6 Responses to I Only Love You On A Sunday Noon

  1. And so, and so you show -And life is what you know …

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