Each time you read this,
I only hope that you remember:
You are loved.

Adjectives can only go so far.
I use verbs and nouns and adjectives.
And so much more.
But I would rather have quality over quantity.
Yes, a clock must stay on beat, or things fall apart.
Only difference with time is that things change, and the ticks are just to keep track.
I can keep track but can I keep track of you?
Do you honestly want to keep track of my time and spend your time making my time tracked?
Lots of tracking but what for?
Are you okay or am I the problem?
Are you okay? I’ll just get out of here.
Only wth you.

Sunday
I see why they call it Sunday.
It's the brightest.
The beginning of something new.
Everything's brighter when I begin with you.

Things may not work out always,
The waters may be too rough,
But we both understand that all storms end with calming waves and all calming waves end with a storm.
So we adapt.

No snow or rain.
That's why it's called Sunday.
It only makes sense because you were there.
You are there.
You always will be.

For I have the power to move an entire army with my words,
But the inability to speak a word which saves my life.
But you see through this threat.
This is why I love you, and this is why you love me.

I see now, Sunday isn't always bad.
You have to go back to work, school, but you're always beginning something.
Who said it didn't have to be love?

Time kills all.

But does it?

Time has brought me into the solitary confinement of life,
For all must live before it dies.
For time has lead me out of solitude into a world of bright snow, nourishing rain, and I look forward to the Summers of my life.

For time has shed my leaves year after year.
Alas,
I am still young,
For all must grow before they cry.
Time shall personally attack me, just before realizing it's mistake.
Time forgives all.
My leaves are gifted, stronger than ever, put on display to the world of bright snow, nourishing rain, and all the summers of my life.

Though I've begun in the fall,
All start in the spring,
For all must learn before they fly.
Time is always a party,
Arrive before you're due, your leaves will dull.
Arrive after you're due, there is no one to admire your leaves.
This shall not stop you from sprouting your leaves every year,

For time is of itself, a loyal companion.
A brutal, hating, abusive, degrading monster.
But a loyal one at that.

For time does **** all.
But time is all.
Seldom leaves are given,
Seldom leaves will fall.