In the Wake of Saturday.

It's quite late tonight. And, as predicted, I'm suffering in your absence. Eh, suffering may be a bit extreme of a term, but you know what? What you give off is a bit extreme of an emotion. And hey, I'm not afraid of taking this anywhere but up, because you don't deserve so much as even one degree off. You deserve more, so I'll be more; I'll be who He wants me to be. But if the floor tilts, run. I won't live up to what some are saying I'll be to you. I just won't do it. I care, I care, I care about you [!], and it is like you're an undiscovered part of myself that has just been itching to appear. And here you are and here is your heart and it's the mostbeautifulthingIhaveeverseenokayneedtobreathe. Inhale. You are too much and you are undefined and you are something so incredibly rare. Some find that my world wasn't prepared for. But the surprise is incredible. Happiness doesn't define you, yet you define such happiness. My words are honest and true to you, because it's what you deserve. If I had doubt, there would be an enemy all up inside my open wounds trying to split me open and ruin this mural that we've been fingerpainting in the light of the daybreak.

And we've got a looong ways til sunset,

but even when it sets it will rise again.

Mmm, I can see this by the color in your eyes,

it's alright.