Wednesday

At a funeral that didn't matter
I saw your figure, always fiddling with your hair
Like a Wednesday Adams
Only your lips vivid, white, black, and dark blue silk

Flipping through, I cleared my throat
We connect behind the altar
Always someone's unnatural death
I focus on the joy under your eyes

At another funeral
I wished I could see you, thinking late at night
Before I knew it, I was craving
Your vivid colors to the point of dying

On a Wednesday, you're probably dead
I knew that from the first time we met
I yearn for someone's unnatural death
From the depths of my heart
Flipping through, I cleared my throat
Fiercely connected behind the altar
Always someone's unnatural death
I focus on the joy under your eyes