"The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still." ~Jean Rhys
(Haunting Emilie Autumn cover)
Downtrodden, melancholy you are
Veiled in mourning, dew drops of sorrow
Mesmerizing in your doleful whispers against my ear
Someone once told me, we'd change that
One day you'd be something to look forward to
One day you'd be something good in my heart
It's silly really, to be so weary of a day
To have this unexplainable foreboding when you're near
But Sundays ... you're a fickle thing
And hope is an avenue you cannot smother
So, perhaps "we" won't change that
But maybe, just maybe ... I will.
~C~
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