Sundays are for writing.
When the excitement of the weekend’s dance has come and gone.
When the laughs and tears and smiles have all been spent and done.
The truth still lingers.

It lies in wait for you to notice it.
“write me down, take note of me,”
it begs and pleads you desperately.
It partners up with happiness and creativity.

The inspirations come flooding in from left and right and down below. With no distractions to bother me, I’ll never tell them no.
My mind is lighting up and racing round at such a speed,
but really,
I’ve most likely smoked a little too much ****.

The friendships will be the sunshine
Whether they are the ones just for fun
Or the ones that stick around when you need them most
All of these are forms of love, and they will nurture you

The hurt is the rain
It pours and pours and it seems like it’ll never end
And oh how it’s cold
But I promise it’s good for you
It won’t be until you’ve blossomed that you realize you needed it

Your family is your soil
Your mother who loves you with every breath she takes
Those connected to you through blood and soul
Loving you unconditionally, the only way they know how

And you my love, you were the seed
Through pain and love you have grown and will grow
You are the most stunning of flowers
And everything with eyes will stop to admire you
For if they don’t, they are simply fools

My heart is not a tourist location
My skin is not a beach for you to swim in, and then leave when you decided you wanted to be in the mountains instead
My lips are not a rest stop for you to take as many kisses as you’d like for the long road ahead
My eyes are not for you to bask in if you do not plan on getting used to their warm glow

I am a home
I am filled with love and light
I have room and space for a beautiful, loving family
With spare room for guests on occasion
I am worthy of a lifetime of happiness
All you have to do is stay