Memories.

Memories. Pictures in my head,
showing me what has already come, and past.

Memories. The knowledge that I hold inside,
of what has already come, and past.

Memories. Shared secrets, moments, and times,
that have already come, and past.


Memories. The doorway into my future,
that will soon come and pass...

Yesterday.

Yesterday, a sad day.
Yesterday was fun.
Yet yesterday, is yesterday.
A day that's gone goodbye.

Forever more our past is gone.
A history, we write.
But even though, events are gone.
Our memories still haunt.

'Cos yesterday, is yesterday.
The finished chapters in our book.

But all I know,
Is that though chapters go,
They are still there in the book.

So unlike tomorrow,
The bane of yesterday,
Is the truth we can't rewright.

Yesterday, a sad day,
Yesterday was fun.
Tomorrow dose not care.

'Cos yesterday, was yesterday.
The curse for our human minds.

Note. 
I wrote this poem last year. Though I've changed it a bit. I think it sounds better this way.

Love

What is love?

I have heard people speak of it.

I have read of it in books.

But I know that that is not enough,

Not to those who don't already know.

So I'm forced to wonder at the difference,

To wonder what I'm missing out on.

I ask you God;

                      Will I ever know?

Or was I sent into this lifetime,

To learn how to live alone.