FRIDAY

It was on a Friday that I fell in love It was in the A.M. that he fell from above And made my life that much greater but later on We may be too tired to sing our song So now, I sing, loud and proud Projections of love to an apathetic crowd It’s loud, synonymous to the rumbles of an **** My earth shakes every time he comes around Making beautiful use of that heavenly sound But when he comes around, the whole world stops and stands still As if they are watching a butterfly on a window sill It’s mad ill ‘cuz they want what we’ve got Like flames to the fire, we keep it hot Worry not ‘cuz it’s all about my baby and me Yeah, it was a Friday morning that we were both set free

Oooh, that's a good one Brandy..I like it.

yes, i like your poem!

oooo I'm feelin this....