mondays

Mondays use to resonate with plans

they use to be spent under blankets,

but now Mondays are spent in search

for hope to help ignore what isn't anymore.

Monday was the worst day of the week turned incredibly splendid,

but now that you're gone its spent alone and unattended..

Monday was normally beautiful outside,

and held us in it's arms until it got too late for us,

Amidst all my mistakes, Monday will never be the same..

it's just a normal day now, come sunshine or rain.

I can barely see out the window, so I'm left here to think

I miss all our adventures, Monday's had us both in deep..

but we didn't care, we swam against the current

Monday's were on our side and no one could ruin it

Monday's use to resonate with plans..

they were spent holding hands...

But now Mondays are just like the rest of the week

so I think i'll just go back to sleep..