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?