Lazy Sunday

Its Sunday yet again and
she has no schedule to keep
For the first time in a long while
Sunday morning feels like heaven
There are a few people that could turn this lazy Sunday
into a day she won’t soon forget
If you know her you know who she’s thinking of


Her bed seems to have a hold on her
one she neither cares to or wants to break but
the poems she loves to write won’t let her fall back into dreams
She tries to shake them away but
like unwelcomed guests they refuse to be ignored

As she wonders why now her phone rings
only to have a voice she knows well ask
“Did I wake you?”
So she now has a mission
she must take part in
There goes her lazy Sunday
until next week