Just One More Day

Another year in a day,
What is an age?
There is no difference between days.
Is there a difference for a day
representing a year?
How am I to tell?
It feels no different,
Yet it is apparently so.
When tomorrow comes,
Am I to behave differently?
More maturely?
Contrasting with others,
I am already so.
Does that mean I get less so?
I am already less than others.
What difference does a day make?

Two Phrases

This body by me is not mine.
Detached from myself,
Surreal environments close in.
I can see a hand.
A complex structure before me,
seeming so foreign,
Amazing, but,
Like I see every other part of myself,
Not as being beautiful
And wonderfully made
But something other people
Glance over.
Like something left by the road.
There are two phrases
You could change my mind
With "You are beautiful",
"I love you".
You have used them before,
But it's been such a long time
I've forgotten
If it was true.
If it is true,
Tell me again.

Who? (Am I)

Lying in the dark,
In the cold,
Alone,
Feeling somewhat empty.

Standing in the sun,
In the warmth,
Surrounded,
Harbouring the same feeling.

I am the same person.
Why should things change?

Am I even myself when I'm alone?

Who?

I know everyone, and yet no-one.
They all know me, but I'm hidden.
They all know themselves, and are self assured,
But I've been hidden for so long. I don't know myself.

What Is It I'm Missing?

I am calling for you.
You answer "I am here, I am here"
But I can't hear you.

I am looking for you.
You stand in front of me
But I can't see you.

I am cold.
You surround me
But I can't feel you.

I need you.
You love me
But I don't remember you.

My Old Friend

I took a walk with you today.
Two old friends.
We've known each other for a very long time.
We haven't talked in a while.
I said "I loved you",
You said "I knew you did".
We walked a little further.
You said "I loved you. I still do."
"I know. I want to love you all over again."

I took a walk with you today.
My old friend.

If I could...

Would i go back to those dark days?
Lose cares and worries
And slip into black night.

The Love of My Friends.

They love me, my friends.
Would they, if they knew?
If they knew how far I'd been,
What I'd done,
How broken I am?
Would they still even like me?
They love me through You,
So I suppose they would,
But I still don't understand
How You can love me.

Broken

I gave my heart,
gave it away, but
like a toy at Christmas
it was broken.
Thrown away.
I tried to fix it,
but not prevailing.
Now I find I love again.
I would give my heart,

but would they want something broken?