Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Weekend Girl

A girl that loves with her heart
she loves as if in desperation but not
she loves and wants but cannot discriminate
she feels deeply, she loves completely
but she does not want to be the weekend girl
she travels distances never traveled
smells the flowers of spring blooming in the sun
splashes her feet in the rain and loves it all
she is the weekend girl
she gives everything there is to give
for she knows no different than to give it all
she opens her mind, her soul
and mostly her heart
she has become the weekend girl
it was fun for a while
but the thoughts started creeping in her mind
she thinks, dreams, loves
she feels completely incomplete
specially when she is the weekend girl
she dances to the rythms of the sun
and writes under the moonlight
she washes her sorrows under the rain
and dries herself with the northern winds
she is the weekend girl
she is rich in her own right
she lives passionately and fully
she lives with no regrets
but loves with all her heart
and gets hurts instantly all the time
she has become the weekend girl
A girl that loves with her heart
she loves as if in desperation but not
she loves and wants but cannot discriminate
she feels deeply, she loves completely
but she is just the weekend girl
she dances to the music in her head
her hips sway from side to side ever so softly
like a summer breeze
her full lips moved delicately when she speaks
and engulf her smile of brightness and shine
she is the weekend girl
Tomorrow will be different she tells herself
she wants to be the IT girl
but she must wait her turn
for there might be a spot for her
in this life she walks alone
where all she hears is "next!"
she is the weekend girl

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