Weeks in translation

Monday is my face 
eating choco palm and talking to the end till 9.05 pm taking the 40 bus 
Tuesday is my place
walking for a while by the river till 8.30 pm
Wednesday is my birth day at  3.05 pm
visiting the museum till dark life
Thursday is my taste
meeting friends
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Missing you

Why I have to miss you?
I told you one day
I was very in love with you but you didn´t want to see it
I think nothing will be the same after now
I will always miss you 
Forever and ever
Nothing will be the same without you
I would like you were here with me
Why do we think a lot?
Why do we have to feel so much pain?
Why do we suffer that way?
Is there anyone to hear my pain, my voice of discouragement?