write, original.

*****

Even those worn-out words, I love you, take on a wonderful new meaning

When I use them to express my love for you; they're words for you only
In a sunny spot on sunday, its an ordinary sunday like any other
I quietly pray that this lasts forever and you keep chatting

What do you like so much about me that's a hard question you've just asked
So for now I'll stop watching the movie we've rented and just gaze at you

I love your fully blooming smile, even seeing it every day isn't enough
And that's without even mentioning that amazing body that looks good no matter what you wear

And that's just your looks, what about the important things inside you
You don't back down when you're pissed off and even snorting really annoys you
But there's so, so, so much more than that
I can't really describe it properly
I don't think you need a reason to fall in love
That part's a mystery to me, so please forgive me

Even those worn-out words, I love you, take on a wonderful new meaning
When I use them to express my love for you; they're words for you only
In a sunny spot on sunday, its an ordinary sunday like any other
The more of this ordinary time that passes, the more comfortable we feel together

You pretend to be strong, so the fleeting tears you show occasionally are a white flag
When we don't say anything, its exactly that that keeps me from looking away

Sadness and pain
Of course life brings all kinds of things like that
But just your casual hang in there gives me strength
Whenever your little back trembles I hold you right away
Even if the scenery we can see from the window changes
Be by my side, terrible sleeping habits and all

Even those worn-out words, I hate you, mean the opposite to me
If its you saying them when you're sulking, they're words for me only
In a sunny spot on sunday, its an ordinary sunday like any other
Ill say it one more time: I love you, all the time

Its a sunday like any other
Its an ordinary sunday
But its a special sunday

*****

I loved this because it reminded me of you,

of a page out of a nicholas sparks novel,

of the sunday afternoons, 

and well, mainly just you. 

It always seems like you see everyone else but me, and as much as it isn't fair,

there pretty much isn't any reason for you to do so, 

so I don't blame you.

They say time heals all wounds, 

but every time I try to rebuild my foundations, 

to seal up all the cracks in my imperfect room, 

you somehow or another manage to engulf me in your whole being.

I'm tired of fighting it off, its so exhausting. 

I want to let you seep in, 

to fill up every crook and corner I can't reach and let you take over. 

I want to just be close to you, but you won't let me. 

and it makes me sad because there is nothing I can do.