9 days a week

in my books
painted flowers on my dress
some between other some
'tween the eighth
and ninth day
nine days has my week
i will run
no dove sees me
they just crush
on my forehead
on my hands
doves don't see me
will keep secrets
where i've been
where i sleep
nine days has my week
i could fade
make forget
look me over
look so closely
feel the scent
feel the pain
dream your dream
nighty night
nightmares coudled you to sleep
i'm not here where i used to
don't believe what you would see
you did love me..?
till it hurt ?
it will stop
it won't ache
nine days has a week
you don't fit
i'm not wearing this grey hair
this no smile
this black almost dress
doves don't see me
they won't tell where i sleep
doves can't see me
they won't tell