Once a week

Once a week all turns green
blue-ish walls goes ice to warm.
Saturday seems like holidays,
or if it's fridays it's like sunday:
lazy, tired; cozy, corny.

Once a week was thrice or more,
days of past, days of lore,
days of love where time said go.

Once a week seems not alright,
not when is it on your hands,
When will you take on my side?

Now you've could;
then you choosed,
once a week,
it's ever doomed.

Once a week,
not two nor three
this is not my destiny.