Used to Look Forward to Sundays
Remember the days
when we used to look forward to Sundays?
sleeping in
fresh brewed coffee
stacks of homemade pancakes
drizzled with maple syrup?
Eating too many
felt like Thanksgiving
with bloated stomachs
and that sleepy contented feeling?
Well it's Sunday today
the dirty dishes in the sink
have begun to stink
haven't really slept a wink for days
Where are you?
hiding upstairs
with a partner who lies
and you don't seem to care
You pass me by
with such venom in your eyes
I'm waiting for the strike of spit
or a punch in the back
from some spineless twit
I never want to see the view
through your twisted eyes
how can one be so self centered
out of sync with the rest of the world?
All the love that we had
has been replaced by something mad
something that has plainly expired
yet we go on
feeling so drained and tired
the last thread of family
unravels and falls away;
maybe it's better that way
mathiasthom
written 2/21/10
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