It was a Wednesday.
A damned cold Wednesday.
I couldn’t have been eighteen,
Hell, I don’t think I was even sixteen yet
But when you said it,
I felt I finally found it,
The one thing I didn’t know I was looking for
And you baptized me with fire
Then dressed me in thorns!
Said it was a perfect ending for a perfect story.
The sad part was,
You somehow made my little heart believe it
Wednesday
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