Only On Tuesday

He always say he loves me everyday

Everyday he shows he does really love me

I don’t display affection because I’m not showy

So, in jest  I told I love him on Tuesday…

It becomes a secret code between us

When he wants something he says:

What day is it? Isn’t it yet Tuesday ?

I will laugh and answer:  no, you’re out of luck…

I wanted to tell him but tell him I cannot

I have chink in my armor  I’m scared of feelings

My emotions I hide, find them unappealing

Weaknesses is for the weak, and weak I am not…

So, we continue our dance to forever

I am in denial, he is sure of himself

But sometimes, it’s tempting to confess

That when it comes to him, for me__

It is always Tuesday….