24 Hours

A day is pain, happiness and peace
Growth, Failure and song
Remembrance, Disregard and sweat
Love, Hate and daylight
Destruction, Construction and moonlight
Stress, Relaxation and wallets

23 hours and 59 minutes are now used up
But that one last minute is for me.

Stitches of Love

A little string
Through a careful needle
Would be enough to remedy
My broken heart
I'll sew it back together again
But this time,
Will be the last of the Temporary Stitches
Should I use blue string
Or green?
This is all I have left.
The red string got used up.
This incision would leave a permanent print
Edged onto my organ of love
Which you have broken too many times.